“I hurt. I stand here trying to find words of comfort and solace… trying to understand why the lord has taken our brother to return home from such a short visit here on earth. When you left us, a part of me went with you and a part of you will live forever within me, but also… within all of us.
Michael, I will treasure the good times, the fun we had, singing, dancing, laug
hing.
I can remember we would
come home from school and grab a bite to eat
and we would
try to watch ‘The Three Stooges’, and
mother would come
in and say it was time to go to the recording studio.I also remember a time Michael, when I w
ent
into the record store and
there was
this man purchasing
a
lot of CDs. He was
an old gentleman, short afro,
buck-crooked teeth and his clothes were rumpled. I walked up behind him and said ‘Michael,
what are you doing in this store?’
and he turned to me and said ‘Marlon, how did you know
it was me?’ I told him ’You’re my brother, regardless of your
make
up. I know your walk, I know your body language, and the shoes did not help.’
Michael wore the same shoes wherever
we went, but I guess that was his way of trying to experience what we take for
granted.We would never ever understand what he endured. Not being able to walk across the street without a crowd gathering around him. Being judged, ridiculed, how much pain can one take? Maybe now Michael they will leave you alone.
Michael I love you, I will miss when we said our goodbyes. I would hug you and say I love you and your response was ‘I love you more’.
You have finished your work here on earth and the lord has called you to come home to him… I have one request Michael, I would like for you to give our brother, my twin brother, Brandon, a hug from me. I love you Michael, and I’ll miss you.”
