Jack & Jill Politics

You cannot fake it . . .

No, you cannot fake it. You cannot imitate it. Do not even try to understand it. . .

Just feel.

One year later, let the music lead you. . .those memories. . . whether tears or laughter, just know that those feelings he inspired through his music . . . those feelings are real. They need no script. They need no prompting or justification. Do not apologize for them. Do not try to comprehend. . .

Just feel.

Some occasions ask us to be humble enough to. . .

Feel.

He is gone. But the measure of this man was his gift to make us. . .

Feel.

The joy. The pain. The good times and bad. His was our serenade. It is a rare gift to have and he did it better than anyone we have ever seen.

What a gift. To make us dance. To have us rejoice. If but for a few short minutes, his gift was to make us lose our inhibitions long enough to enjoy life just a little bit more. To make a fool of ourselves while trying to copy his dance moves (who cares if you had no rhythm). To lose our voices from hours of singing his greatest hits (who cares if you could not hold a tune). But for those few precious minutes, you could lose yourself in the beat. Memorize the lyrics. And maybe . . . just maybe . . .

Feel.

Because you cannot fake it. Nor can you fake the mark he has left still one year to the day of his passing. No, all you can do is . . .

Feel.

Let that be your remembrance. The next time life allows you to let go. . . the next time no one is looking. . . pop in one of his classics. Try to sing that high note you never thought you could hit. Try that spin one more time. Sing those words you never got the chance to say.

And, if you have not done so already, maybe say – Thank You – to a musical genius who gave everything he had to make you . . .

Feel.

He has earned as much.

Thanks Michael.