I really don’t know what to say to ya’ll… My heart is breaking.. I never knew him but my heart, my life, my moments of joy knew him and loved him deeply.
The earliest memory I have in LIFE is sitting on my brother, Shad’s lap, watching Motown 25. I was too scared to watch it. Thriller Michael still scares me to this day. But My brother, he knew. He insisted I watch it. History was being made.

At our wedding we were announced as husband and wife as Billie Jean played in the background… We had the hats, gloves and everything… The crowd went wild!

After our first dance, the DJ put on the bridge from Wanna Be Starting something and everyBODY rushed the dance floor. At my wedding there was a full blown Michael Jackson Dance off…

When I was a little girl Every SINGLE. Christmas. I would dance under the tree to the Jackson 5 version of ” I saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus.” To this day It’s not Christmas till I dance to that song at least once. As the little black girl in the new neighborhood of little white kids, I made friends by dancing to Thriller on Halloween. As I danced in my fake Thriller outfit I felt like MIchael was dancing with me.

On my first day in my new surburban school,Little “urban” me made my first friend easily…. because she looked at the Billie Jean button secured firmly to my acid washed Jean jacket and said, “COOL”! From that moment on little African me and little white girl her were as thick as thieves.

I always knew that one day I would sit in a packed auditorium screaming my lungs off as Michael killed it on the stage… Today that dream has died.

Martin Lawerence once said, ” you know you bad when you can say you rocking in Bucharest” And its true. There will NEVER EVER be a superstar like Michael Jackson again. Michael Jackson was worldwide. Rednecks in Alabama, B-Boys in Brooklyn, Tree huggers in Cali, Little old yenta grandmas in Ft. Lauterdale and little nine-year-old me… We all loved him.. He brought us together…

Sadly, as he got older the love from all of us tried to tear him apart. Hopefully, on his trip to meet Jesus, Buddah, Allah or whoever it is that greets angels when they leave the earth, he will finally be granted some of the peace he seemed to so desperately seek.

May he rest in peace and may the music last forever….

Please share your greatest MJ memories below….