Everyone will always remember where they were when they heard the news that Michael Jackson was dead.
I was in my kitchen. It was June 26th.
On June 25th I had been tearing around from meeting to meeting, then racing to collect my daughter from the childminder, tearing home and doing all the things that Mothers do. Making Tea, getting the bath ready, story time, bedtime. I think I crashed out on the sofa about 9pm. I hadn’t seen any news. None at all.
I received a text message from my sister. I rarely get text messages from my sister, and it did strike me as odd. The message simply said “Are you okay?”
I replied “Yes thank. Are you?”
I hadn’t heard. I didn’t know.
On June 26th I was checking my emails before leaving for work. One quick check of facebook. A friend’s status update said “R.I.P Michael Jackson”
My brain could not process the words on the screen. I scanned down the page.
“R.I.P Michael Jackson” “Farewell King of Pop” “Is the circus finally over?” “Is it true?” “R.I.P Michael Jackson” “Gone too soon”
My heart was racing
Frantically my fingers typed the address for BBC News. And there it was.
Michael Jackson was dead.
Michael Jackson. Was dead.
I froze. I turned to my husband.
“Michael Jackson is dead”
He looked at me. We looked at each other.
“Oh” he said.
At that moment I felt a piece of my heart die. I felt it leave me. I knew where it was going. To Michael – where it belonged.
Written by Louise (The Campaign Creator)