swirly
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The 16th July 2009, the day that my dreams came true!
My only dream was to see Michael Jackson live in concert, and when I became a fan and years later in March 2009, I heard he was going to do some more concerts, you can imagine my excitement and delight. After a lot of hassle, I eventually got tickets, and I was counting down the days until 3:45pm July 16th when me, my brother, his girlfriend and my boyfriend were going to be on the way to see him.
Why did God have to take him? Why did he leave?
My heart broke on that night when we heard the dreadful news. I refused to believe it, I didn't care that TMZ reported it, I wasn't going to accept it until BBC confirmed it. Then I knew there was no hope. My heart was beating so fast, I felt physically sick, I choked on my own tears. And when BBC confirmed it I knew it was all over, all gone.
I keep thinking that it's all a bad dream. Yesterday morning I woke in a fit of excitement only to find everything flooding back to me. Yesterday was meant to be the best day of my LIFE, but now it was the WORST. Now I keep thinking "it's okay, it's okay, you've got tickets in February too" and I have to keep thinking that it's not okay, this is not some horrible nightmare, this is reality.
Michael inspired me like no other. For some people, it's crazy to feel this great shock and loss, no one understands but the people on here. I have never looked back from when I was 13 and heard You Rock My World on MTV; from that moment I was hooked on him, I collected everything, listened to him all the time, watched him as often as I could, my room was full of posters and defended him against all of my friends at school when the trial begun.
I want to believe in a God.. I want to be able to see Michael and all the others I've lost up in Heaven one day, but if there really was a God then why did he take him? Heaven doesn't need him, WE need him, RIGHT HERE, it's not fair. This world needs Michael, we need him to help spread his love, his innocence, we need to hear his voice and listen to his music and believe once again that there is good in this world.
This past two years have SUCKED. I have lost my brother, my dog, Michael my greatest inspiration, and now my 91-year old Nan has had to go into hospital with a tumour.
Why does life suck sometimes so much?
I know there is light at the end of the tunnel. But at the moment it's blocked by a blanket of loss and despair.
Now my aim is to do well at work, and raise a family, and teach my children what real love is, tell them all about Michael and what a shock to the world it was when he left this place.
My only dream was to see Michael Jackson live in concert, and when I became a fan and years later in March 2009, I heard he was going to do some more concerts, you can imagine my excitement and delight. After a lot of hassle, I eventually got tickets, and I was counting down the days until 3:45pm July 16th when me, my brother, his girlfriend and my boyfriend were going to be on the way to see him.
Why did God have to take him? Why did he leave?
My heart broke on that night when we heard the dreadful news. I refused to believe it, I didn't care that TMZ reported it, I wasn't going to accept it until BBC confirmed it. Then I knew there was no hope. My heart was beating so fast, I felt physically sick, I choked on my own tears. And when BBC confirmed it I knew it was all over, all gone.
I keep thinking that it's all a bad dream. Yesterday morning I woke in a fit of excitement only to find everything flooding back to me. Yesterday was meant to be the best day of my LIFE, but now it was the WORST. Now I keep thinking "it's okay, it's okay, you've got tickets in February too" and I have to keep thinking that it's not okay, this is not some horrible nightmare, this is reality.
Michael inspired me like no other. For some people, it's crazy to feel this great shock and loss, no one understands but the people on here. I have never looked back from when I was 13 and heard You Rock My World on MTV; from that moment I was hooked on him, I collected everything, listened to him all the time, watched him as often as I could, my room was full of posters and defended him against all of my friends at school when the trial begun.
I want to believe in a God.. I want to be able to see Michael and all the others I've lost up in Heaven one day, but if there really was a God then why did he take him? Heaven doesn't need him, WE need him, RIGHT HERE, it's not fair. This world needs Michael, we need him to help spread his love, his innocence, we need to hear his voice and listen to his music and believe once again that there is good in this world.
This past two years have SUCKED. I have lost my brother, my dog, Michael my greatest inspiration, and now my 91-year old Nan has had to go into hospital with a tumour.
Why does life suck sometimes so much?
I know there is light at the end of the tunnel. But at the moment it's blocked by a blanket of loss and despair.
Now my aim is to do well at work, and raise a family, and teach my children what real love is, tell them all about Michael and what a shock to the world it was when he left this place.