On this anniversary of Michael Jackson's tragic death, I would like to pay respect to his children. I hope that this past year found them still able to have moments of joy, of play, of just being a kid and that somehow they are making it after the loss of such a loving father.
Immediately following his death, there was so much speculation that the three children weren't truly "his." There were rumors swirling about who the parents of these beautiful children really were. There seemed to be no regard that these children were grieving their father, that they were old enough to read, to hear the news, to go on the Internet and view all the vicious accusations. Hopefully they were wise enough to ignore it.
But as all my friends who were lovingly adopted would agree, regardless of anything else, of course, they are Michael's children. The love shared between a parent and child is the only measure of any importance. Indeed, Paris' sweet words at Michael's funeral said everything: "Ever since I was born, Daddy has been the best father you could ever imagine."
So my heart goes out to those children who have to go without that rare beast (a good father) and my prayers are with them that they are surrounded by love on par with what they had grown accustomed.
And to any skeptics as to whose genes were involved? The attached photos should diminish any doubts, at least as far as Blanket goes. Somehow I think the world just went about accusing Michael of thousands of things of which he was completely innocent and I'm not entirely sure why. My wish for our world, in honor of Michael Jackson's sweet legacy, is that we, collectively and individually, allow the good and innocent things in this world be just that and maybe even help them better their cause.
Michael's cause was love. Let it be.
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