Ahh, I don't know what it is with me today. It's been a month and I'm still mourning but I actually started to feel better and get on with my life but then I read this and I am crying endlessly! I feel for his children, knowing that they wouldn't be able to have their father read to them ever again. Out of all the people who's been interviewed about their friendship with Michael, Teddy Riley is the one who's touched me the most, specially his interview on CNN with Don Lemon
it is strange what happenned, still aweful when i actually start to think that Michael is actually gone, he does not exist anymore.
I always thought he would live 'till his 70's or more like Chaplin, cause it was a question i always made to myself, i was always thinking that, cause many geniuses die mostly young, you know Mozart, Beethoven, wonderful artists die before they can conclude their artistry or their final act, it was a question i made to myself many times, specially in the last 2 years i never knew for a fact how Michael was doing, but as he always waved and smiled (the few times we could see him on tv)and he never presented himself as a sick person, and his managers always said he was right i just believed them, i really believed them i was sure Michael was going to be the exception and that he was going to be like Chaplin. Michael used to said he didnt wanted to be in this business at least in front of the camereas for too long, it was one of his dreams to direct movies, so i always vissually him as that.
That day, when i heard the radio man said Michael Jackson but i was talking to a friend and dint pay attention, i didnt hear quiet well.
Till the day before that i was always googling about Michael, was hoping for the new concerts and the news were always talking about the choir Michael wanted to do with children, about the pole dancer he had hired, about making a second Neverland there in England so when he was not performng he would be there with his kids, and the many stories before the so expected comeback, i always google Michael Jackson but that day i didnt.
Here in Argentina it was 4 or 5 pm, i was with a friend we were talking, i heard the radio man named Michael Jackson, but as i was taliking to her i didnt pay that much attention, i asssumed "oh it must be some news about the ideas Michael had for the concert", then i heard the radio man said, "Michael Jackson has died, he passed to another place, he's in a better place now, we say good bye to the king of pop, we salute you" and he keep on speaking, i fell down on my knees, shivering crying, i catched up the remote as i could, turn on on cnn and i read "Michael Jackson is said to be death", there was no confirmation so i got up myself and i thought, no, there's no confirmation, my sister came to me consoling me, then like an hour or two they gave the final confirmation, i was extremely confused, i was hoping it was a mistake, just another more rumor, they spent so much time till the confirmation that i couldnt believe it was truth, but then at at least half an hour i believed it, that day changed my life, Michael was my BIGGEST INSPIRATION; NOT ONLY MUSSICALLY BUT AS A HUMAN, I WANTED TO HELP THE CHILDREN BECAUSE OF HIM, HE INSPIRED THAT SIDE ON ME TOO.
That night and the three nights and days after i couldnt sleep, till one day i recovered myself and decided that i have to keep on.
