The day the music died..

Thursday June 25th. The world was saddened by Michael Jackson's death.

It will be one of those days, that no matter where you were, or what you were doing. You will remember the exact moment that you found out about his passing.

I was poolside with my friends and family when rumours sparked about Michael Jackson's death. I thought they were just that; rumours.

I rushed home to tune into msnbc news. The king of pop was indeed dead. He had died of cardiac arrest in his Los Angeles home at 2.15 pm.

I don't think anybody could have predicted or forseen the immediate effect his death had on the world.

Crowds of people stood motionless outside the Los Angeles hospital. Some crying, while others held tightly onto memorablia and signs of the king himself, paying their final tributes.

Every single news channel was broadcasting his death and every single music station was playing his songs. The world was definately in mourning only hours after the news had spread.

Looking back on Michael's last years, i don't think he knew just how appreciated he was. There were so many vicious and hurtful rumours circulating that Michael has spent the last 5 years living as a recluse.

It saddens me to the core to think that he died feeling he was unappreciated and hated. He gove up so much of his life to entertain us, to bless us with his magnificent talent.

And for anyone who has ever watched the 4 hour documentary "The Jackson 5" knows just how hard a road he had travelled in becoming the person he was today.

Some of my greatest childhood memories are those with the backdrop of one of Michaels catchy tunes. Thriller was my favorite and i saved up for a whole month when i was 8 just to buy the video. My sister and I watched it so many times that the tape popped out. Or trying so hard to do the moonwalk in our socks, we could never get it right. Or crying when i found out he was to marry Elvis' daughter. Or making up hip hop dances in highschool to his edgier tunes.

His music meant the world to me.

Its hard to explain to anyone how much of an impact his death had on the world that day. Every person will have a different story.

For me it was hearing his wonderful music being played on every station in a tribute to the king of pop. Standing in line at walmart and every person purchasing books, cd's and dvd's of the king of pop. Seeing groups of people staring blankly at the television with tears of sadness streaming down their faces. The crowds of people in NYC And L.A. who had made signs and came out to pay there respects one last time.

Things like this unite the world.

I hope that Michael Jackson is looking down on all of this from heaven, and he can move on knowing he was appreciated, knowing he has inspired lives, knowing he touched people in a way no other artist could, knowing he died the "King of pop".

Most of all i want him to know that we were all truely blessed by his music, and he will forever live on through his fans, his music and his unforgettable talent.

R.I.P. Michael Jackson, you have touched us all.

1958-2009