My June 25th...

Hi Everyone,
As we all know, the date of June 25, 2009 is a date that will live on in infamy for the rest of time to the Michael Jackson fan base. We all know that as the day that our lovely and beautiful beacon of light was dimmed due to a neglectful excuse for a man posing as a doctor.
I’ll never forget it. How I laid down for a nap and then a few hours later, my life and world had changed forever.
My horror and heartbreak when I first heard about Michael’s going to Heaven will live with me and haunt me the rest of my life.
For so long in my life, Michael Jackson had always been there, front and center, ingrained in nearly every facet of my life.
His pictures coat the walls of my room and decorate several others in my house. I proudly wear shirts with his image at least once a month, more if the mood strikes me and I ALWAYS wear an MJ button.
People are so used to seeing me with my button than when I don’t wear it, they ask me why.
Michael Jackson has become a part of my identity. Some people may not know my name, but they know me as that “girl that likes MJ” and I’m fine with that. I don’t mind be associated with Michael one bit. It’s nice.
When Michael died, it was like a part of me died. A major part. The last time I felt physical searing pain like that was when my mother had died, a little over a year earlier in April of 2008.
I guess to some fans, Michael Jackson is more than just a cute performer on a stage. In being a fan for decades--I’ve been a fan for 16 years--some people do feel a familiarity with Michael. Some people I’m sure even thought of him as a part of their family he was so present.
And truly, it was kind of like a friend to me had died. Now I will say, I never met Michael personally, but I did feel a closeness. I respected him, not for his house full of awards but for the good he did through his charity works. He shared of himself whenever he could and I found that endearing.
Also, as a fan I kind of felt the need to protect Michael and his name and over the years, I’ve had my share of screaming matches--and fist fights--about Michael and it was worth it. I regret none of my fights, as I usually do come out triumphant.
It was just in me as something to do. I never questioned the feeling that came over me in regards to Michael. I just went with it and it never led me wrong.
It’s just sad to see such a wonderful and creative and talented person just snatched away so quickly, not even given a fighting chance.
That’s what so tragic, and how his family and legions of fans are left to hurt.
So now, two years after one of the most tragic moments of my life, I refuse to forget Michael Jackson. With my friends I sat and watched MJ videos and listened to his songs and talked and shared wonderful memories of him.
I’m going to do that for the rest of my life.
One day I hope to have children and they will be raised with MJ in their ears.
Michael is such a part of my life that even though he is gone, he’s not really. He lives on forever in my heart and always will.