When I was a little girl in Michigan my then best friend Brandon used to call me Farrah - he loved Charlies Angels and Chips - I in no way resemble the beautiful star but my name does rhyme and that is what kids do. Every time I hear her name I think of my friendship with those on Barnswood Lane and wonderful memories flood my brain.
Michael Jackson was the first pop star I ever swooned over. My parents took my brother and I to his concert at Mile High Stadium - I think I was 12ish. It was our first ever concert - we sat in the nose bleeds - the acoustics stunk but the concert was unforgettable. Tonight I have fought back tears, resisted the urge to play his CD's full blast like a lovesick teen and watched all the news I can. I admit, I am sad.
Last night we took a group of people to see the Jonas Brothers, our girls have also seen Carrie Underwood, Hannah Montanna, Lone Star and Clint Black - I wonder though - will they ever see anyone that even compares to Michael Jackson?
Tonight that wonderful friend from Michigan, Brandon, is working in LA as an Elite Police Officer with the LA police - I am sure he is near all the happenings surrounding Michaels Death and I doubt he even remembers how often he called me Farah - but tonight I am thinking about all those days gone by...
In closing I will put my neck out on the line and say - I do believe Michael has finally found the peace he never had in life.