June 25, 2009

It's funny how this summer seems to be quieter than usual. Also there is a lot of Michael Jackson stuff coming on TV. Well I'm not complaining! It's about time they remember. This summer has really sucked but right now I'm at peace with it. I finally have Another Part of Me. I'm so happy! I can't believe I forgot how great the Brady Bunch shows are. The only problem is at the end of all their shows I cry. I don't know why. Right now the Brady Bunch movie and these home roasted peanuts are making this day beautifully satisfying.

I am in my grandmother's room, on the floor. I keep getting this strange feeling in my stomach. I just ignore it like all my other aches and pains. "Marsha and Jan ya'll are so crazy!" I laugh out loud like the people in the TV can hear me. While I'm laughing and eating the roasted peanuts, my grandmother walks in with the phone in her hand. " Sharonda's on the phone." I roll my eyes and take the phone reluctantly. Over the years I've grown to dislike My Auntie Sharonda's phone calls. She jokes around too much about the wrong things. Twice she's called me over the years to tell me Michael Jackson has died. I cry, and then she laughs and says she was just playing. NOT FUNNY!

I take the phone, "yeah?"

"Hey Joqaila. Have you heard the news?" she says to me.

"Yah that Farrah Fawcet died. That's so sad. Everybody's dying. I was just telling my friend Andrea that if something happened to my Momo or Michael Jackson just kill me." I joked.

"Michael Jackson just had a heart attack. " Sharonda explained.

"Sharonda stop playing! It's getting old!" I'm aggravated. WHY IS SHE SO DARN CHILDISH! I don't believe her. I don't want to believe her but my heart is beating faster. My breath is quickening. My hands are shaking. ..

"Turn it to CNN if you don't believe me."

I hurry to turn it to CNN….

The Headlines stab at my heart. The video of the red ambulance racing from the fancy house Michael called home….

The phone fell from my hands to the floor.

Immediately I do the only thing I know to do when I feel helpless but I know there is hope.

I get on my knees and pray to my God! Loud and rocking on my knees.

"Please God save him! Please God save him!" over and over!

Tears fall down my eyes in a rush.

I hear silence from the television. The newscaster says with a solemn look on his face, "Michael Jackson has been pronounced dead."

I crumple to the floor. In to a ball I hold my knees.

Tears fall from my heart as I cry out to the heavens, why! Why!