As Michael's time on this plane, was obviously growing shorter; something special about who he was, became suddenly clear to me. When we both were much younger and I, as the older sister, had my own place; Mike and his friend Tony, used to come to hang out at my place. We, along with a few others, would play bid whist and talk smack into the wee hours. Mike was not my most desired partner. In truth, I never wanted him for a partner. His approach to the game was so different than mine. He didn't seem to count the cards, wasn't 'right there' to block that probable winning play of the opposing partners. Unlike myself, he simply didn't play as if life depended on it. The clarity that came to me, as my brother was clearly ending his journey here, was that he hadn't played 'like life depended on it', because he knew that it didn't. Mike, was there to enjoy spending time with friends and family. He enjoyed the game, but he was much smarter than I. He knew it was 'just a game' and life depended on family and friends. It's clear from the tributes here, the people who share in our loss and those who have their own 'Mike' stories to tell; that his joy in friends and family was returned by many others who delighted in knowing him. This will give us, his immediate family members and especially my mother and Rita (his virtual twin( much comfort in the days ahead.
Go well, my brother, go well.
I met Michael Jackson about 20 years ago at Bobby G’s Lounge on West Chicago street. I called him on January 26, 2015 to see how he was doing and I was told he passed away. After the shock of the news came the tears. My Handsome Yellow (my nickname for him) had made his transition. I will remember our dancing times, our praying times and our laughing together over back in the day stuff and our current life issues. I could always call and talk with him about any and everything. He is a true friend that I will continually miss dearly until I see him again on that Great Day. My condolences to the Jackson Family.
May the Lord comfort you and keep you doing your time of sorrow. We are confident in knowing to be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord. GOD bless you.
We met in college in 1973. We became very close as if we were siblings, but we really were in our hearts. He was a wonderful friend, brother, advisor, protector. I will always love and miss him very much.