In a funk

I watched Michael Jackson's funeral today. I balled. I know some people would be embarrassed by that, but I think it makes me human. I was touched by Brooke Sheilds and Usher's portions of the tributes. Sheilds spoke with love and warmth. I had forgotten that they had dated. It was nice to see Michael's children without veils and masks, though it must have been a very long and emotionally draining day for them. Paris showed amazing poise when she spoke at the end.

I truly hope that the children will heal and that as Martin Bashir said this is the start of their path to a life of normalcy.

RIP MICHAEL