This anniversary snuck up on me. I can't believe it has been a year already. I guess that's because I'm not over being sad yet...
Michael Jackson's untimely death was a tragedy of immense proportions. There are so many questions left unanswered...
He was helpless to help himself. Why would nobody else help him?
Are people allowed to disintegrate before the eyes of their familes and friends?
Are there people willing to look the other way, provided they're well paid enough?
Will a company use a person until they're all used up?
The sad answer to every one of these questions is "Yes." It happens every day. It doesn't only happen to Michael Jackson. But when it happens to someone who's world renowned, we take notice.
We look around. We realize the importance of the people around us, who are as special to us as Michael Jackson was/is to his family and fans. Any of them could be gone tomorrow... just as he was...
It isn't fair. Michael was killed by an addiction that consumed him, administered by a licensed doctor who continues to insist that nothing he did "should" have killed him. But it did!!!
It did.
And here we are, a year later, sadder... but no wiser. People die every day of legally-prescribed drugs approved by licensed doctors. Dr Murray administered a drug in Michael Jackson's rented mansion that should only have been administered in a hospital setting during a surgical procedure. He did it because Michael insisted.
Would he have fired a gun at Michael, had Michael insisted? He may as well have...
If Michael wasn't competent to make wise decisions, why in the world would a doctor abide by them?
I just don't understand. And I never will. This is a tragedy that should never have happened.