The most eerie fact about it is that I felt painfully anxious and paranoid an evening before I got the news. And with the time zone differences, the anxiety took place right at the same time MJ was taken to the hospital. THIS is the only thing that makes me keep coming to the fact that MAYBE Michael is really gone.
I remember everything exactly. It was a beautiful morning, I felt very optimistic and happy. I turned on my computer and went to the news sections, which read: "Grief: Michael Jackson was found dead!" I thought it was a joke! I completely ignored it. I went to a forum I go to and everyone was talking about Jackson's death. I was like: this is real? I went back to read the news and there was like ten articles about him. My heart was so heavy, I couldn't even tell the news to my sister, because I didn't want to cry in front of her. Then she switched on the TV (not a news channel) and there was a music video of MJs in which I saw my chance. I shouted to my sister: "He's dead!" She understood what I meant and was like: "really?" God, that was horrible. Then I saw the VH1 tribute: various clips about Michael Jackson's music videos and then white text on black background: We will never forget you." I ran to the balcony and just burst out crying.