The time was eastern, not pacific, when I signed onto Associated Content to monitor the article action just after 6:30 p.m. in the evening on June 25, 2009. I noticed that there were call requests available.
There it was, AC requested information about Michael Jackson and thoughts on his death. It flew me for a loop as I thought that perhaps AC made some kind of a mistake or someone hacked AC in a vicious joke. I told my teenager listened to Jackson since he was a baby and he rushed over to the TV and tuned to MSNBC. We could not believe our eyes and ears.
“Michael Jackson, dead at 50…” over and over again on the bottom of the screen as reporters were grasping whatever information they could. I then grabbed my paper and pen, my recorder and thoughts and began writing my articles on Michael Jackson to spread the sad news. However, everyone already knew.
Later my youngest son came home from school, he goes to year round. All he kept finding on TV was Michael Jackson and said to me, “wow, he must have been a king.” I responded that he was, he was the King of Pop. My oldest son found the Michael Jackson Thriller disk that his grandmother gave to him as a young child. We turned it on. We call ourselves the Three Musketeers because we are our world.
Next thing you know, were dancing the Thriller dance in the living room. All in the wrong order, no one knew the correct way, but we had a lot of fun. Then my son put on the song Billy Jean and began trying to move his feet like Jackson does on the checker flooring in the music video for the song. So we all did the same. All out of time, all off beat, it was a wonderful moment of six left feet. The moonwalk gave mild rug burns and all we could do was laugh and smile.
We had no idea but someone was knocking on our door looking in the window. When I answered the door, the guy was laughing at as. He was from the local church asking for donations. I thought it was strange that he was doing so after dark, but they do that from time to time. He said he had more fun watching us, that it was priceless. We gave him a small donation and he left.
We sat on the couch and it dawned on me. There was a time when my mother did the same when Elvis died and now I do the same when Jackson dies. I explained this to my sons. My sons asked me to write an article on who would be the next King of Pop. All I could say was that there would be no one that could fit that bill. And that was what we were doing when we found out about Jackson’s passing and how we celebrated in his honor.
What were you doing when you heard the news and how did you honor him?