It’s Saturday morning. In a few hours, my hubby and I are scheduled to go to Batangas to
celebrate his birthday. I’ve already packed my clothes, cleaned the
house, brewed some coffee and toasted some bread for breakfast. I
figured it was still too early to wake Peter up. So I sat on my massage
rocking chair and watched CNN. I just wanted to know the developments on
the death of my ultimate idol, the undisputed King of Pop, Michael
Jackson. I was intently listening to what the newscaster was saying when
so suddenly, I again couldn’t control the sudden surge of emotion I was
feeling. I wept… I wept like a little child. I rarely cry these days.
So it was a mighty phenomenon for me to be experiencing so much
emotional pain inside that I needed to let it all out. I decided to
video myself too coz those were precious tears I was shedding. I just
want the world to know that I am extremely sad over the death of Michael
Jackson, the performer. I respected him as a private person but I loved
him more as an artist. And I am just so sad that the world will never
see him make new music nor perform again. I love you Michael. We all do.
And your memory will live on forever.
Here, the little beauty, poise and charm I think I have all flew out of the window. I didn’t care… I still don’t. I am so devastated… and I don’t know when I’ll recover.
