June 26 2009
I’m in bed, asleep. Sister walks in.
“Steph, Michael Jackson died”
“Yeah, right”
“No I’m serious, I think he got shot or something”
“Don’t be playing games with me. I’m going back to sleep”.
“Okay, fine”
She’s on the computer. She reads out loud “Michael Jackson, 50, dies of a cardiac arrest in his Carolwood home.”
I’m thinking ok, she’s can’t possibly be making this stuff up at the top of her head. She doesn’t even know Michael lives in Carolwood. So I get up, walk over to the computer and there it is “Michael Jackson dead at 50”. I’m like OMG!
I go to MJJC, because I know how the media just love to make this up. I’ll go to MJJC, they’ll tell me what’s really going on. They’ll tell me the media are being their idiotic selves and that Michael is fine and well. I’ll go to MJJC and they’ll tell me Michael is not dead. Open up MJJC, and I see the thread “Michael Jackson passed away”. Hell no! Next thing I know, I’m in tears. Tears every where. Turn on the TV, and I see it again. “Michael Jackson dead at 50”. I see Rev. Al Sharpton talking about Michael. I see Jermaine, standing at a podium trying to speak through his shock, barely able to say the words “My brother, the legendary king of pop, passed away on June 25, 2009... It is believed he suffered cardiac arrest in his home”. Shaking. Trembling. Crying. Shaking. I’m trying to type, I’m trying to talk to my friends, trying to get the words out. All I can write in this moment “I just woke up. NOOOOOO!”
Then I start wondering. I start asking questions. Damn, my friends. Paul, Nancy, Josh... this will kill them. OMG Katherine! How the hell is she going to live through this?! Then I thought “Holy mother of G-d! The kids! I forgot about the kids! They’ve lost their daddy, their hero, their whole world.”
I go to town, I have to hand in my application form, I don’t want to. Get in the car, they are playing Michael on the radio. Get into the building, and the receptionist asks me if I heard the news about Michael. “Yes, I’ve heard.” I say. “What a tragic loss” she says. Trying not to cry in front of EVERYONE “I know, I’m a big fan.” All I’m thinking is I have to get out of here. Everyone is talking about it. I hand over my form, and I leave. Get back in the car. They are still playing Michael. I can’t escape this reality. I can’t go anywhere or do anything without being reminded of his death. Rush back home, rush to the computer, and it still hasn’t gone away. Still Michael Jackson everywhere. On twitter, on facebook. All over the internet. All over the TV. All over the radio. Michael Jackson, all over. No escape. If I don’t see it, I’ll hear it. If I don’t hear it, I’ll read it. There’s no escaping the reality, Michael Jackson has died. I’m in a nightmare and I know it. Wake me up. I must be in a dream. I’ll open my eyes and everything will be back to the way it was. Yes, Michael Jackson’s alive. He’s alive. I’m dreaming this. I’m sitting here, hoping that it’s all bullish. I know it my heart that it’s not, but PLEASE someone say it’s all a hoax. Michael can’t be gone. He just can’t be. Back on MJJC. Maybe now I’ve woken up. Maybe I’ll read it there, maybe I’ll see what I’m longing to see “Michael Jackson is alive”. Nope. Not there. I still see “Michael Jackson has passed away”. Why aren’t I waking up?!
Trying to understand. Trying to make sense of it all. Trying to get answers, asking why. Go on to facebook, and I see Leanne’s status update “why are people upset? He was a paedophile who paid kids off! Good riddens.” Aww hell no! Didn’t pay attention. Didn’t care what she thought. Tried to ignore it. Turn on the news. Presenter reads a letter from a viewer. “Let’s not forget what this man did to innocent children. Don’t celebrate him. He is a criminal” And, of course, the presenter goes “We understand that. We know Michael Jackson did questionable things to children. But he left an amazing legacy and wonderful music.” WTF? You would think this man was a registered sex offender! “We know Michael Jackson did questionable things”? When has those “things” EVER been proven? Does the words “Not Guilty”, “Acquittal” mean anything to anyone? Outraged, I turn the TV off. Anger and resentment replacing sadness. How dare they try to insinuate this crap on the day of his death. Not today. NOT TODAY!
Sit at the computer desk, wondering why. Why Michael? Why him. Why now? Just when he was starting to get his life back on track, he’s taken away. 15 years of unimaginable ridicule and slander. He deserved this comeback. He deserved this victory. He deserved it more than anyone. Our Michael... gone. The smile, the funny outfits, the moving letters, the adorable, loving, humble human being, the icon, the daddy, the brother, the son. GONE. God must’ve made a mistake. How could this be? This is BS. Michael Jackson. MICHAEL JACKSON?! WTF? No way could it be true. All that pain, all that injustice, all that hatred thrown at this man for years, and just when he starts to get his life in order, he dies? God can’t be that cruel!
This is so surreal. A world without Michael Jackson. All my life he was always there. Never left me. The inspiration, the motivation, the fact that this singer that I never met helped me get through some of the worst pain in my life, because I knew that regardless of what I go through, Michael went through worse. If he was super-human and he could get through it, he was invincible; maybe I can be invincible and get through my insignificant problems as well. And now he’s not here. He was mortal after all. I feel like I’ve just swallowed shattered glass. I feel like a part of me has died with him, I feel stupid for feeling that way about someone I don’t know, but damn, that’s how I feel. They won. They got what they wanted. They tortured this man to death, literally. They won. Any hope I had for humanity has gone straight out the window. The heartache that people put Michael through killed him, and those people don’t even care. They don’t care that they hurt him. They just don’t care. If that were me, and I directly or indirectly participated in that manhunt, I would not be able to sleep at night, especially now! How these reporters who attacked him all his life can sit there and still talk bad about him after his death is beyond me. Do they not feel any guilt AT ALL? I know they have hearts, even though their hearts are damn hard and cold, they still have one. The good must be in there somewhere. Wait, who am I kidding? These reporters ain’t people. They’re robots being fuelled by ratings. They are there to tell the public what they want them to hear, regardless of whether it’s true or not. The more slanderous the better! And if this slander for 15+ results in an innocent man’s death, who cares right? I can’t bare to even look at Diane Dimond’s face right now. I don’t wanna see Nancy Grace. I don’t wanna see them.
Gotta get to bed. It’s 4 in the damn morning. I can’t get it out of my head. The injustice, the ridicule, and the fact they were able to get away with it! Now Michael’s dead. He deserved the comeback. He deserved to see his children grow. He, more than anyone, deserved happiness. Maybe this was God’s doing. Maybe he told Michael “You’ve suffered enough, my son. You did your job and you did it well. Now it’s time for you to go.” I hope he’s at peace. I hope he’s smiling. I hope he knows how much we fans loved him and appreciated him, even though the rest of the world didn’t. I loved him so much. His sincerity, his innocence, his smile, his laughter, everything about him. He was more than just Michael Jackson the superstar. To me, he was “Michael”. A man who believed he had a purpose in this world. Even though you didn’t heal the world like you wanted to, Michael, you healed me. You healed so many. You’re strength inspired me SO MUCH. I hope you know how thankful I am. If only you could see how much we loved you. If you could see how many in the world are mourning you today, you would know just how loved you were. Michael, I’m sorry for what they did to you. I’m so sorry.
I’m going to force myself to bed. I can’t take it. It’s all too much. Today is one of the worst day's of my life. I lost my "father". The man who practically raised me. I can't believe it. Why did this day have to come? Why him? I don't understand. Crazy. Surreal. Unbelievable.