(Get ready to cry cause i couldn't stop crying)
(Its currently 25-06-2025, from where i live.)
It was June 25th on a random Thursday morning in 2009. I was an 8 year old little girl and the youngest Moonwalker out of a family full of Michael Jackson fans. Growing up i was surrounded by nothing but his music and influence around the house, he became a part of me and my family without ever knowing, this man was family to us and not just an ordinary artist.I think this was the case of many Michael Jackson fans around the world, it doesn't matter if you were young or old, alone or with a family, we just couldn't escape this loving human being of a man.
Michael Jackson entered our hearts at any moment and in an instant, he wasn't just an artist, legend or king. Michael Jackson was part of our lives and childhood and his music shaped us, helped us trough hardship, made us dance on our feet's trough the easier and happy times non stop and most important it healed us. Michael healed us in so many and different ways possible beside his music, he cared about us and we will never find anyone as caring and humanitarian as him in this lifetime.
To me he completed my childhood to the point where i tried to convince my friends in elementary school that he was my man and the love of my life, thats how much i loved him and fangirled over this man from the moment my eyes opened to music and to the name Michael Jackson. This man has my heart till this very day in 2025 and that will never change as long as im breathing, i never stopped thinking about him.
My mother bought his 'Invicible' album in 2001 while being a newly mother in the peak of her postpartum depression unfortunately, yet she told me how she waited in lines with little newborn me in a stroller waiting to get her hands on the 'Invincible' album cause she wanted to surprise my father with this cd for his birthday. Michael Jackson was the reason why she truly overcame her depression that exact day.
I was a newborn not knowing how much impact and change this man was about to make in my life. Its been 24 years now.Back to 2009:Then it was 8 years later, i can describe and remember this day so clearly cause it was one of the most painful days and moments in my life and in my parents life. I have never seen my parents breaking down in front of me crying like two little kids right in front of the tv to the point of hysteria. Disbelief, pain, grief, shock and confusion.
My mother refusing to believe the news, calling everyone around trying to convince herself that she was hallucinating maybe or being lied to by the media. Maybe it was some fake news. but sadly my father had to confront her with the painful truth it was true and too late."Michael Jackson has died"This was no sick joke or some false rumor, Jermaine Jackson confirmed it live in front of the whole world. His brother was just gone like that.
The world stopped moving that day, humanity was broken yet united, we cried and mourned the death of a man who had around 4.8 billion fans around the world. In my case i remember running into the living room due to the loud commotion, i just needed to get an answer from my parents.
"Mom, dad whats going on why are you two crying?" I just rushed out of my bedroom and the scene just terrified me, both my parents curled up in each others arms with the non stop tears falling. First they tried to make up a story for me but as i read the headline with my own little curious self i just got the message, the moment they showed a picture of him and his name i just knew he was gone. This wasn't some exciting announcement, this was the most devastating thing to hear for 8 year old me.
"Mommy, daddy this is not real he is not dead you said he was going to give a show next month! Remember?" They told me about the 'This is it' tour now what was this all about?I tried to convince myself and my parents thatmaybe the news channel was lying, i ran to them and just couldn't take my eyes off the tv screen, i think it was my first experience with anxiety from such a young age. It had affected me so much and it still does.
"Sweetheart he is gone, he left us Michael Jackson is gone." These were my fathers words.And this was my first ever heartbreak, the first person i cried for and the first man that broke my heart by just leaving abruptly like that. He left us i didnt know exactly how and why, what is an overdose? What is propofol?, too many difficult terms for a young kid, i just couldn't put the pieces together.
"How did he die?" I asked them as they were as confused as i was, they knew something wasn't right. And as i got older i came to the exact same conclusion as they did years prior. Realization hit me like a truck.He got killed, he did not die from a simple overdose and it was definitely not done by himself. (This is my conclusion, opinions may differ). But i know that this was planned, people were after the most beloved person on earth.
"We don't know how he died sweetheart, but he is in a better place, he is with god now, he will always be alive, but we wont get to see him perform or make any music anymore." These were my mothers words.And then i ran back to my room and i remember praying to god asking him if he could promise me that i get to see him perform in heaven.
I wanted to meet Michael wether it was in this lifetime of the next. I wanted to see him ever again cause this was not the end for me."Dear god, will he perform 'Bad' 'Billie Jean' and 'Speed Demon' for me up there? Or know what just all his songs, i want to see him just like others got the chance to see him." These were my words.
This was the prayer of a little girl.m
This little girl is turning 24 years old in two months. Still the little child at heart and the biggest moonwalker. My environment may have changed, but me as a person didn't and my love for Michael didn't change for one bit, not even 1%.On this day we remember the purest soul being taken away from us, we got robbed and are still getting robbed 16 years later, nothing will heal the wound that it has caused us.
His loss is still hard and its being felt in times. Every achievement after his death is being celebrated, its getting bigger, how can a deceased person have so much power still till this day? Cause he is Michael Jackson and no one will ever do it like him.
To me he was and still is the reason why i never stopped fighting for what is right or wrong, why i never gave up in hardships, why i find charity so important, why i should always be the careless young soul and most important, how to enjoy my childhood up into adulthood and not allow people to break your spirit.
They tried to break him way too many times and he was still standing and breaking records and haters their necks at the same time.You though me all these things ~This was all cause of you Michael, i cannot wait to unite with you someday and up until then i will be your most loyal and loving moonwalker, blasting your music all around the house, car, phone and just wherever i go.
Cause you always told us that we were not alone because you are here with us. Michael Joseph Jackson,Thank you so much for ever existing, thank you for blessing this earth with your gift and talent and thank you for leaving on time because this world truly turned into a shit hole, empty, full of hate, wars, suffering, poverty and fear. Something you would NEVER have wanted to see and experience with your own eyes.
Its all totally against your beliefs and it would have broken you even more to the point of breaking.God had plans and his plan was the perfect plan of all plans, but we paid the price hard for it and we still are.
Thank you Michael and love you so much 🤍🕊️
Heaven couldn't wait~
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