How Will I Be Remembered?

It was with a sense of loss when I sat with my children to watch the news of Michael Jackson's death this evening. I was in my early teens when I started to listen to his music, and I am not ashamed to say that I loved his music. In my opinion, he was the most gifted of all musicians. Yet, as years went by, news of his lifestyle and personal life filtered through the media, it was most obvious that he was someone who needed help, badly.

It's still too early to tell, but I wonder how will the world remember Michael Jackson? King of Pop, suspected child molester or as some have suggested, a tortured genius?

Come to think of it, how will I be remembered after I die? I have and am still giving the best of my years to raising my family, until my children are grown, I will not know if I have done a good job.

Being by nature a peacock, I've always liked to show off. Until I accepted Christ into my life, my secret dream was to be a star on London's West End or Hollywood's Broadway, but never Vegas (I've always considered it to be a bit cheap!) Being a film star was not enough for me because I loved an audience and adored their applause.

Now that I have a family, I've come down to earth somewhat; somehow, dirty diapers, vomit and cracked nipples does that to you! So now, although I may never be the Queen of Broadway, at least I know, I'm still the Queen of my children's hearts, till they fall in love of course.

As to how I will be remembered? Only time will tell.