We were on the couch, watching a documentary about airports on BBC. My husband went over to the computer to look up something on a forum real quick, restarted the browser and saw a headline on Drudge Report. He said, "What??! What is this???? No..."
I said, "What's up?!"
He replied, with total shock in his voice, "What is THIS?? What?!!! Hold on, let me check something..."
I had a shot of fear about Michael at first, because of the tone of my husband's voice, but then figured maybe we'd gotten a computer virus or something. I just knew something
big was wrong. He clicked a couple of pages and then said, "It's Michael..." (Every cell in my body froze up and I already felt like dropping to the floor before he finished his sentence)..."his heart stopped."
It was like some kind of hellish chill that overtook my entire universe. I grabbed the remote and flipped immediately to CNN for confirmation. At that point it said "cardiac arrest" and "rushed to hospital". I know what that means and the small hope attached to the situation. It quickly turned to "coma". My husband said, "Well, there go the concerts." And I said, "Who gives a f*ck about the concerts??!?" That hadn't even crossed my mind. Who cares, just please save Michael! I prayed and prayed and prayed, desperately begging God, "Please, God,
please don't take Michael. Please God,
please don't take Michael... pleeeeaaaase."
Then came that awful headline I always hoped I'd never see (unless it was maybe 30 years from now).
I couldn't bear it at all, my shirt soaked with tears already by this point, huddled into some weird position on the couch. I couldn't breathe. My chest hurt. Everything went cold. I yelled to turn off the TV. God, I couldn't see that damned headline. I couldn't hear those words. We sat in the dark, wailing and crying, for like 3 hours before I could bear turning the TV back on.
I've had horrible breakups, I've been through some hellish situations in my life that I don't want to share, I've had family/friends die (albeit not super
close ones), I've wanted to die before while lost in depression with my entire life and health falling apart before my eyes... but
that (mostly June 26th, due to the time difference)
is officially the worst day of my life. I have never felt that destroyed. But then, from the time I was 12 years old, I always knew it would be. I could never explain to anyone how much Michael has meant to me for over 25 years. Only some of you could understand, I think.