Michaelishious - Vol. 2018

Dec. 15: Last lapdance

"Good morning, Mr. Jackson, and merry Christmas."

As usual, it was pretty hectic the first few hours at the nursing home. Especially today, at Christmas morning. Everybody wanted to get up at the same time, and everybody was having their breakfast and morning pills. And today people were especially eager to get up and finish their meal early, because a children's choir was coming to sing. But, as usual when I entered Mr. Jackson's room, it was like all the stress disappeared and was replaced with a calmness and a peace, that I only felt in the presence of this man. And that wasn't just today. That was just the way it was. Every time.

"Good morning, my angel, and merry Christmas to you too."

"Are you ready to get up, Sir?" I asked with a smile.

"Yes, I am. And please call me Michael." He winked at me. His weird little wink, that included both of his eyes.

"You know I'm supposed to keep it formal, Mr. Jackson. It says so in my instructions."

The old man frowned and shook his head, as I helped him up to a seating position.

"How about you call me Michael when nobody else hear, and Mr. Jackson when we're in the common areas with the others, Tracy? I won't tell anyone."

He chuckled and gave me a smile that lit up his wrinkly face. Even though he was ninety two years old, he still had his beautiful features from his earlier days; the time when he was the most famous popstar in the world. The career and the life he could look back on, were nothing but amazing, if you didn't count the two times he got falsely accused for molestation. But his name was finally cleaned, and it had all become a vague, bad memory that Michael had chosen to leave behind many years ago. He had moved on. And several times he had told me, that he was happier now, than he had been all his life. Thanks to us, he said, he didn't feel lonely anymore. And his family was visiting him almost every day, in comparison to other patients that had visitors only once or twice a month. But then again; Mr. Jackson wasn't like any other patient. He was unique.

I sighed and returned his smile.

"Okay, Mr... Uhm. Michael," I corrected myself, knowing perfectly well that I would continue to call him by his last name later, by old habit.

"How are you feeling today? Are your legs well enough to walk, or do you want to use the wheelchair?"

He stretched his legs as to test them.

"Hmm. I think they will manage their job today. But only if I can hold on to you."

I smirked a bit. He was always a gentleman, and a really charming one, too. But he wasn't shy to use every opportunity to get some physical contact, although never inappropriate. I guess it was because of the years of loneliness before he got his children. He never got tired of telling about them. He was so proud of them, that you could literally see his heart burst in his chest, when he talked about Paris's amazing model career, and Prince and Bigi's achievements within charity, and also the way they had raised an incredible amount of money to research of different kinds of illnesses.

"But you have your walker..." I started to say, but he immediately cut me off.

"No. I said; only if I can hold on to you. Now give me your arm."

I shook my head and pursed my lips, but couldn't help but to smile. He had always been a persistent man, and no one could ever change that. So, I let him grab my arm, and helped him up, and together we walked slowly to the bathroom.

"So, no moonwalking today?" I joked, because I knew that always made him chuckle. And today was no exception.

"Just wait until I get my pills, and I will moonwalk all over the place."