His loss is hard to put into to words. Perhaps "too high to get over" and "too low to get under." Another little piece of my childhood died yesterday when we lost Michael Jackson. Yes, I can acknowledge all the weirdness and terrible accusations, but we lost an artist. One that takes me back to watching Thriller on my talking viewmaster. One that takes me back to my shared bedroom listening to Ben on my record player, my fisher price record player. I had a Michael Jackson glove and jacket, and the same sick fascination with ET that he had. I would like to remember Michael in his golden days, when he was young and not yet freakish. You will be missed.