Words cannot express how I felt when I heard the news. "Michael Jackson is dead." First, I was in utter disbelief and then the shock hit. MJ is invincible, he's supposed to live forever, he's supposed to be alive and kicking when my children grow up and are capable of listening to his music and appreciating his legend.
Woah. Not only was it a shock, but it was deeply saddening because, of course, the media must do its duty and raise all controversial and useless times in his life. Can't he rest in peace? Even though we all think and believe we know how his life transpired and what he was guilty or innocent of, we have no idea what he experienced on a daily basis or throughout his life. To be in a place where he commanded crowds of millions and made men, women and children cry at the sight of him... he was monumental, and I feel it rude and distasteful to act as if it was a situation other than that.
Think of his family; his children, his brothers and sister, his parents and his friends. They've lost not only a legend, but a loved one. May he R.I.P.
I will always remember him! Annie are you ok!?!?!
Cheers to Michael Jackson and his accomplishments, there will never be another.
