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Trish Overbay, Artist -
Her Gift From Michael Jackson
suddenly nothing made any sense to me. I thought he would
always be there, that nothing could ever happen to him. He
had been through so much, and survived. How could this happen??? The story about what happened to him changed so
many times, and really… I
don’t think we’ll ever know
all the answers. That’s the
hardest part for me, the not
knowing how or why, and
missing him so much sometimes… it just hurts. But
God has given me peace
about it now… I believe that
is what Michael wants …
because he is finally at
peace.
Each time I paint, or draw, I ask God to
guide my hand and help me to honor
whoever I am creating a picture for. I
believe God gave me the ability that
day, and Michael inspires me and
directs me with what to draw. I
continue to create artwork, and have
been blessed to have been able to share
pieces with Michael’s family and
children.
My name is Trish Overbay, and I have been an Artist all my
life, but I was never able to
draw portraits or people’s faces until 2009, when in my sadness at Michael’s passing, I
felt a stirring of my heart.
A few months after Michael
passed away, during the
memorial service… I was in tears, still in shock, and had spent
several nights crying myself to sleep about it, and here I was
crying again as the endless hours lingered on during the service. I remember thinking, I just wanted to remember him, and
keep him here somehow… I wasn’t ready to let him go… I
thought about how hard it must have been for his family and for
his children. And they (the press) never have given them peace
and time to grieve.
I became disabled in 2007,
due to back pain and fibromyalgia, and suddenly everything changed in my life, not
only physically, but mentally as well. I
had always been a hard worker since an
early
age, and not being able to work was a difficult adjustment to me, because when things got difficult, I always
threw myself into my work, and that was how I dealt with the
issues going on at the time. I had to re-learn my thought process, and change my habits, and everything was different. It
was a struggle to say the least.
As I thought about all that, I felt the need to pick up a pencil and
paper and draw Michael’s face. I don’t know why I wanted to do
that, but the feeling was overwhelming. I ha