{"id":2591,"date":"2009-07-07T22:53:34","date_gmt":"2009-07-07T21:53:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.t-e-g.co.uk:\/blog\/?p=2591"},"modified":"2009-07-07T22:53:34","modified_gmt":"2009-07-07T21:53:34","slug":"tuesday-7th-july-2009","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.t-e-g.co.uk\/blog\/tuesday-7th-july-2009\/","title":{"rendered":"Tuesday 7th July 2009"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/kishorephotography\/3663635670\/sizes\/s\/\" target=\"_blank\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/farm3.static.flickr.com\/2571\/3663635670_8e21d20444_m.jpg\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" \/><\/a><strong><em><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><em>Beloveds, now we know that we know nothing,\nnow that our bright and shining star can slip away from our fingertips like a puff of summer wind.\nWithout notice, our dear love can escape our doting embrace.\nSing our songs among the stars and walk our dances across the face of the moon.\nIn the instant that Michael is gone, we know nothing.\nNo clocks can tell time. No oceans can rush our tides with the abrupt absence of our treasure.\nThough we are many, each of us is achingly alone, piercingly alone.\nOnly when we confess our confusion can we remember that he was a gift to us and we did have him.\nHe came to us from the creator, trailing creativity in abundance.\nDespite the anguish, his life was sheathed in mother love, family love, and survived and did more than that.\nHe thrived with passion and compassion, humor and style.\nWe had him whether we know who he was or did not know, he was ours and we were his.\nWe had him, beautiful, delighting our eyes.\nHis hat, aslant over his brow, and took a pose on his toes for all of us.\nAnd we laughed and stomped our feet for him.\nWe were enchanted with his passion because he held nothing.\nHe gave us all he had been given.\nToday in Tokyo, beneath the Eiffel Tower, in Ghana&#8217;s Black Star Square.\nIn Johannesburg and Pittsburgh, in Birmingham, Alabama, and Birmingham, England\nWe are missing Michael.\nBut we do know we had him, and we are the world.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Beloveds, now we know that we know nothing, now that our bright and shining star can slip away from our fingertips like a puff of summer wind. Without notice, our dear love can escape our doting embrace. Sing our songs among the stars and walk our dances across the face of the moon. In the [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2591","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorised"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.t-e-g.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2591","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.t-e-g.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.t-e-g.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.t-e-g.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.t-e-g.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2591"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.t-e-g.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2591\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.t-e-g.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2591"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.t-e-g.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2591"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.t-e-g.co.uk\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2591"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}