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Michael Jackson Justice: June 25, 2009 . . . When Michael Died

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Thursday, January 21, 2010

June 25, 2009 . . . When Michael Died

On June 25, 2009 I know exactly where I was and what I was doing when it was announced the Michael Jackson had died. I was in my car, driving back from Hunt Valley on my way home. Early in my return trip home, I heard on the car radio that Michael had been rushed to Ronald Reagan UCLA Medical Center. I didn’t even know he was back in the United States. The last I had heard was that Michael Jackson was in the Middle East somewhere. Then London? I didn’t know. My first thought was that he had fallen, the press was making a big deal about it and he would be back home.

Twenty minutes later I am closer to home, driving on Hess Road. An announcement by a respectfully solemn news caster announced that Michael Jackson was pronounced dead at 2:26pm.

I felt like someone had punched a hole through my chest and ripped the air out of my lungs. If there was anywhere to pull over on that little back road, I would have. The grip on my airway took me by surprise. I didn’t know this man, and I didn’t know why I felt this way. But I put that feeling away until later. “I could not believe it” was my last thought. I felt like a gear inside me somewhere was slipping.

Later that evening, as I was making dinner for my husband Ed, we talked a bit about Michael. I was surprised that Michael was 50 years old. I asked my husband, “Did you like him?” His reply, “Yeah, I liked him. I never believed all that stuff about him.” Funny, I thought at that moment that I loved my husband just a little bit more. I was comforted by the fact that Ed also believed Michael was innocent of those charges.

Later that evening around midnight, I was still up. I was pulling up videos on YouTube of Michael’s “Thiller”. I pulled up all the ones I could remember watching on MTV back in the 80’s while I was rocking babies back to sleep at 3am. I found “Billie Jean”, “Don’t Stop Til You Get Enough”, “Beat It”, “Bad”, “The Way You Make Me Feel”. I just wanted to see what I had missed over the last twenty years. I remembered the excitement when MTV broadcast “Thriller” on Halloween and I saw it for the first time in 1985. I remembered in 1983, before I was married and I was watching my 12 year old brother Mike and his friends trying to do the Moonwalk in our driveway before I even knew what a “Moonwalk” was. I remembered yelling at them because I thought they had gum on the bottom of their shoe that they were trying to rub off. I remember all three of his friends turning and yelling in unison, when I asked them what a Moonwalk was . . . “MICHAEL JACKSON!”

I picked up the phone and called my brother. I asked him if he heard the news. He replied with a joke that any other time, I probably would have laughed . . . just because he’s my brother. But I wasn’t amused this time. “Mike, that’s not funny” I replied.

We talked for the next 20 minutes about his daughter. I asked if he was still planning on coming down on the 4th of July. He said he was and finalized those plans. I got off the phone.

Before I went to bed, I watched one more Michael Jackson video . . . “Black or White” was one of my favorites. I liked the message. I was still kind of detached from his death, but I still couldn’t believe it. That gear inside me was still slipping. What was off? I couldn’t think. I went to bed.


  1. Hi Bonnie,
    Loved your description.
    I also remember where I was...
    And I did the same as you... I couldn't stop watching him since that day.
    I think because we grew up we weren't paying much attention to him. But always if he was on the radio I was listening if he was on mtv, i was watching but you know what I meant? I didn't know the new musics and then I started to listening and watching everything and reading everything related to him.
    What a lost!
    thanks for your blog!

  2. Hi Lia, Thank you for your comment. Yes, I know what you mean. It was the same for me. I didn't go out of my way to buy things that he created, but I couldn't look away if he was on T.V. Each time I'd see one of his videos it was like the first time I saw it.

    He gave everything he had in everything he did.

  3. Bonnie, past Friday MLB asked Where are you at 2:26 p.m. June 25?
    This was my experience:

    I was in front of my computer writing an essay on the Ecc. 3:1 "A Time for Everything, There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven: a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot." I began to crying and looked the clock, then time stopped .......
    ....which doesn't mention is that from that day I haven't sleep a whole night. Michael always takes my thoughts in the night. During the day, the pain will not let me be at peace. What will happen to us?

  4. ....... I even find it difficult to write down....
    the pain that still holds me ...


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