As I prayed, I thought about my brothers, so immediately I assumed that the reason I couldn't sleep was b/c I was supposed to be up praying for them. Little did I know that my prayers were for my other brother. The one that made me smile as a kid with the meer sound of his voice... the one that made me want to grow up and marry someone like him... the one who I cried over many times b/c he was so amazing... the one I hadn't seen in years but still held a special place in my heart... the one I would never see again after that day.
I finally fell asleep after about an hour or so & didn't think much of it until about 2:30 when I got a text message saying "Michael Jackson is gone." I'm like, "what do you mean he's gone?" "He died." "He died? 'Beat It' & 'Thriller' Michael Jackson?" "Yes, the King of Pop; he's gone. Cardiac arrest." I remember those texts like it was today.
As I type this, I still cry b/c I love Michael so much & this is still as shocking today as it was that day. Trying to celebrate his birthday will be very difficult, knowing that I'll never see him dance again ~ never hear him sing again... the music stopped that day... my childhood died that day, along with my beloved, Michael.
Michael, I hope that my prayers made a difference & I hope that you are finally resting in peace - no paps, no ugly stories, no lies, no ignorance... just the peace & tranquility that you sought for so long. I love you more & Happy Birthday...
