It's interesting how we remember days that are bookmarked in history.
Early on a July morning in 1981, I got out of bed to watch a woman walk down the aisle to marry a prince. I, along with most young women in America, was fascinated with Lady Diana - who later that day became Princess Diana.
On a September morning in 1997, I got up early again to watch Princess Diana's funeral. She had hard times, but I think over all she was a good person, who tried to do a lot of good in the world.
I remember being pushed into a room to watch Neil Armstrong take his first steps on the moon, and though I didn't really know what was going on, I had a sense that it was very important.
I remember watching the fall of the Berlin Wall.
The verdict of OJ Simpson.
The fall of the Saddam Hussein statue in Baghdad.
The Challenger explosion.
The Columbine shootings.
Those were bookmark days - at least in my life, if not for the world. And every one of them had an influence on my life.
(Strangely I don't remember anything about Elvis' funeral. I wonder if that's because it didn't have an impact on my life, or because I just didn't watch it. Let's face it, my mom was not a really big Elvis fan.)
I'm sitting here watching the coverage of Michael Jackson's funeral with mixed feelings. Is today a bookmark day? I mean, let's face it, the man was not exactly a saint. True, he had a huge influence in the music world, but it didn't seem like that ever gave him or anyone else peace.
Is this an event my girls will remember watching, like I remember watching Princess Diana's wedding?
And do I even want them to?
Is this hoopla for someone who was famous for being eccentric, reclusive, and downright strange impacting their lives in a way I would be happy about? We are talking about it as we watch it. About how the world has different standards of what is important. And what did this man do, really, that's worth all this fanfare?
And yet, we watch.*
*Well, we watched. Until 1:04pm mst when some congresswoman stood up and said that she was introducing a resolution on the house floor to proclaim MJ a hero. At which point, my kids got to see their mom walk across the room and flip off the tv - I mean TURN off the tv (though either one could have applied here)- and proclaim this whole thing a bunch of hoo-ey.
The take-away lesson was a bookmark day, but not in the way I expected.
(Seriously? A hero? I think the Catholic church has a good rule about waiting however many years before anyone is proclaimed a saint. Let's just give it some time and see if we feel the same way about it later, shall we?)
I went and read the resolution. It doesn't say hero, it says humanitarian, leader and contributor. Sorry, I went a little crazy-deaf there. Still wrong though, imho.