I have no idea what to do with myself right now. I'm typing this with "All in the Family" on because I need
something lighthearted to listen to.
Yesterday I was numb and in shock, watching the news reports as they got more and more grim. My mom came to sit with me on the couch and said how sorry she was, and how he "was just too sweet and pure for this world."
I had to take a break now and then and watch other stuff to try to get my mind off of it (yeah right) and have a distraction, and I took a muscle relaxer before I went to bed because my stomach was all tied up in knots. I just couldn't stop thinking of so many things: his children, his parents and siblings, everyone who had been privileged to work with him in recent months, everyone on here. It all got to me in a really bad way.
My heart is literally aching right now. I think today the reality of all of this has sunk in, and I may cry quite a bit later. I've avoided watching or listening to anything of his because I'm afraid that I'll lose it completely and never be able to stop crying.
I wrote down how I was feeling last night while all of these news reports were swirling around me, and I'm going to post it here.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
I have no idea how to begin this eloquently, so I'm just going to say everything that I'm feeling right now.
It's 8:46 p.m., and about four and a half hours ago, I found out that Michael Jackson had been rushed to UCLA Medical Center, suffering from cardiac arrest, which turned into a coma, which concluded with his death. He was just 50 years old.
He was a legendary musical icon. He was a singer, dancer, choreographer, director, producer, writer, composer, artist, author, businessman, and the list goes on.
He was also a sweet, generous, kind-hearted, loving soul who treated his family, friends, and fans with the utmost sincerity and warmth. And he touched my heart in a big way. I loved his music and his dancing, but more importantly, I loved his
soul.
I am experiencing all kinds of feelings right now: numbness, shock, denial, sadness, regret, and above all, devastation.
A month ago, I made a video message for Michael that was supposed to be included in a documentary about Neverland. A copy was going to be given to him. It breaks my heart that he will never see my message. However, I stand by every word of it and always will.
I am going to try to get through this as best as I can. Instead of focusing on everything that will never happen (the London shows, new music, the rest of his life and watching his children grow up), I am going to focus on everything that he did give us, and I am going to hold his music as close to my heart as possible. It may be too difficult to listen to or watch any of his performances right now, but I know that in time I will be able to do so, and I will be able to smile again.
I will always love him and miss him, and although a part of my soul has died today, I will always do my best to keep his personal and artistic ideals alive.
Good-bye Michael, I love you.