Still can’t believe he’s gone. Sometimes I cry listening to some songs. I miss him, but I’m so THANKFUL for his talent. His music. His humanitarian efforts. His belief that we all could be one.

I never called him Wacko Jacko, I never doubted his innocence when it came to the molestation charges. However I was frustrated about his stubbornness and naivety when it came to putting himself in the position. I didn’t blame him for packing his bags and kids up and leaving our country. I saw pictures of (…)