When I woke up Thursday morning, the last thing I expected to be doing that day was waving goodbye to the King of Pop, Michael Jackson. I'll remember everything about that day. What I was doing, the way I felt, and how the world completely stopped for him. When I heard that he'd been rushed to the hospital due to cardiac arrest, my world stopped too. I've done a lot of crying, and there's no doubt that I'm not done. It's strange to say that he died so young, but 50 years old is a very young age to die at nowadays. Every time I hear someone, or myself, say that he died, I still shudder is disbelief. This incredible talent will live on forever in our minds, hearts, souls, and headphones. I love you Michael, and I always will.

My angel is with the angels.