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This is dedicated to my mom who is a HUGE fan of music and Michael Jackson.  I remember waking up on Saturday mornings and smelling breakfast cooking.  I would get up out the bed, only to hear the faint sound of a song playing. As I finally opened my bedroom door, I immediately recognized that it was the Jackson 5 playing...not necessarily because I knew the words, which I did, but more because this was a ritual in our household on the weekends.  It was mainly the Christmas album, even when it wasn't Christmas, that's just how we did it. 

I spoke with my mom last Wednesday or Thursday night when news of his death spread and she was really sad about that.  I then realized that you can definitely grow up with someone you may have never met in person and feel like they were your family.  She mourned him like he was family and as I think about it, he is.  He was apart of my family, apart of her early years and adult years.  I don't really care about all the extracurricular surrounding this man's life but I do want to say thank you for making our household a loving place.  Peace.