Are Our Rainy Days Over? The King of Pop will always rise again!

The public scrutiny of Michael Jackson's death has almost made me forget that he was simply, a man who had just as much troubles as any of us but unfortunately, had to live them all out in the limelight. If there is a lesson to be learnt here, its that as rich and famous as he was, MJ could not escape the terrors that lurked in his soul and I wonder perhaps, if he was surrounded by good people who really looked out for his best interests. I mean, who was MJ's bestfriends? Elizabeth Taylor? Diana Ross? Can White Diamonds and Drug Diva keep it real?

As much as I respect the Grand Moonwalker who stole my heart with his charismatic and innoncent smile while he sashyed down lit squares in "Billie Jean," I can't help but feel a great sadness for the man that was exposed to so much personal abuse at a young age and then public ridicule as he aged, despite his phenomonal successes.

I think MJ's heart was always in the right place. I truly relate to his struggle, finding it hard as he grew older to have a cohesive, strong image of himself, though a true prince he always was. Did Michael ever experience true love? He certainly delighted in pranks and silly laughter. I just wonder how much was sacrificed so that the King of Pop would always be at the "top" while the little boy inside suffered? Whose shoulder did he cry on?

May he be happy in the afterlife. We miss your optimism, joy and light.