This morning, I was awoken by the voice of my Aunt telling me that Michael Jackson had died at only 50 years old. I couldn't believe it!! I was in shock!! Not, the Michael Jackson I grew up listening to, surely not! I couldn't grip my sleepy brain around the thought! It was a sad and unreal moment for me. Is she kidding, I thought. He was suppose to live FOREVER!
Now, I think about how my newborn nephew will never know who Michael Jackson is foreal. ISN'T THIS CRAZY?? He will only be able to hear stories, but never understand how big he was during my childhood years. Another thought, maybe Michael did it to himself (not suicide or anything). He had probably done so much damage to his body that it was too weak and fragile to function properly. I hate that he is gone.
“If you enter this world knowing you are loved and you leave this world knowing the same, then everything that happens in between can be dealt with.”