This is way, way overdue.
But while the whole world was blogging and twittering about MJ’s death, I was grieving privately about it. It took awhile for it to sink in, even harder to digest and accept the truth – that the King of Pop is no longer in existence.
I will never forget how I discovered about his death. And my discovery about his death will always be linked to how my cousin Khimmy discovered about it.
On the morning of 26th June, I just woke up at around 7-ish. For some reason or other, neither Khimmy nor I switched off the laptop after use the night before. So there it was, on the mini laptop table I’ve recently gotten – at the foot of my bed.
Being a nerd, I couldn’t resist going online upon seeing that my laptop was still on. So of course the first stop was to Facebook.
As I knelt/squatted/sat on the floor (this I really can’t recall), I stared in disbelieve looking at everybody’s status that morning.
“RIP Michael Jackson”
“King of POP dies”
“MJ died of heart attack”
No. My mind was saying. NO. I must still be dreaming, damn this grogginess.
It seemed like such an impossible happening because MJ is such an eternal icon, that it has never occured to me, or many of us that he will one day die. Because he, just like us, is only human.
When it became clear to me, that the news was not some rumour, I became wide awake and went straight to the shower. I waited till I have gotten all ready for work, before waking Khimmy up and telling him the news.
“Khim. Khim. MJ died!”
I shook him awake. “MJ died!” I repeated.
He looked at me groggily for like 5 second (mainly because he must have been up late playing Sims 3) and then it hit him.
(I later found out that he thought I was referring to Spiderman’s MJ -eck. But nevermind, lol)
He immediately switched to Channel News Asia, where we saw the headlines – Michael Jackson has died of Cardiac Arrest. We stared at it, in silence and disbelief. And then we quickly rushed down to the kitchen to tell my mother about it.
Unknown to us, my mother was even more updated than us. She already knew that MJ died on top of Farrah Fawcett.
For the rest of the day, I was in complete grief. I wasn’t in the mood for anything. I was in shock and great sadness. Truly, I felt the loss from the bottom of my heart. I will never forget that day ever.
Even 2 weeks later, the emptiness is still not filled. But then again, someone as massive; well loved; legendary and iconic as Michael Jackson will leave shoes that will never, ever be filled up again.
RIP Michael, as much as this is way overdue. Thanks for the legacy, and everything that came with it.
The throne’s empty. But honestly, I rather it remains that way.