It's so weird that I'm writing a Remember post on a person I thought would live forever. My cousins and I would speak about the day Michael Jackson would pass like it was a fictional story or myth, not fully acknowledging the fact that the day might come around in our lifetime. Nobody actually expected that shit to happen though. No-one. Michael Jackson was never supposed to die.
Two years ago to the day though, he did, without warning. I can remember being in my kitchen on my Blackberry, browsing through Facebook; a random status update letting me know of his passing. The state of frenzy that ensued was unimaginable; me keeping vigil at my widescreen, TV flickering between CNN, Fox News and Sky awaiting an official report. Not a single tear fell when that confirmation came but since that day I've been mourning ever since. Not a single word I write in this post could ever illustrate just how much Michael Jackson means to me; saying that he's an icon doesn't do him justice anymore. He is transcendent and I love him and miss him. He's given me music and memories I'll cherish forever. Rest in peace.
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