When Lois Lane died, Superman’s greatest sorrow lead to the use of his immense power to circle the world counter clock-wise, at top speed over and over again, to turn back time to bring his love back to life.  That lead to the most popular movie ending . . the happily ever after.

After days of wishing I was Superman, reality MUST set in that my lifelong love, Michael Jackson, has transitioned to a place of peace and non-judgment. 

For you, the thousands on my email list that have written expressing your deepest concerns, THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart. Now, I must explain how I was able to be the first to signal that something was terribly wrong at Michael Jackson’s compound—“an ambulance had arrived . . . left with sirens sounding”.

It was 12:24 pm, when my phone rang.  It was Linda, the owner of Hot Star Maps, who has been selling maps to star’s homes for decades.  And as of November 2008, her greatest dream came true, Michael Jackson moved into the house where she has been stationed on the street corner, for more than 10 years, selling maps.  Linda’s voice was rattling while she managed to tell me that an ambulance just went into Michael’s home.

She had no idea why, for what, or for whom the ambulance was intended.  She continued to give me details that the fire trucks had also arrived and then the fire chief.  The only response, an activist like myself, could do was ACT, “I’m on my way” was all that came out my mouth and encompassed a nervous energy from deep inside. 

While in the shower, the pondering of whether or not, I should alert the press, my MJ fan list, and all my wonderful subscribers what was happening at Michael Jackson’s house, I had to tell myself to use discretion.  So I prepared a short email and scheduled it to be sent out in about one hour, hoping it was nothing but, perhaps, the gardener cut his hand while manicuring the beautiful bushes that surrounded Michael’s rented mansion in Holmby Hills, California.

As my mind and body raced with fear that perhaps the ambulance was there for Michael, I decided to call Joe Jackson’s home and alert him, but his messages were full.  Immediately after, I called Michael’s brother, Randy, and left a message that an ambulance was at MJ’s compound—it was only 12:34 pm at this point.

By 12:44, I was out of the house with camera in tow, heading to Michael’s house in comfortable jeans, flip flops and wearing absolutely no make-up.  While driving, my cell phone rang.  It was Linda’s assistant, Shae, stating that the ambulance had just left with sirens sounding.  She furthered explained that she asked one of Michael’s bodyguards, “Will Michael be O.K.?” He responded by putting his head down and didn’t speak a word.  We continued to talk  for a few more moments and hung up.

While on the 101 freeway heading to the always crowded 405, my driving accelerated in cautionary speed.  The phone rang again, it was Linda frantically telling me she asked a fireman on the scene, “Do you think Michael’s gonna be O.K.?”  He replied, “I don’t know, it doesn’t look good”.  I screamed and we started to cry.  Now, weaving through traffic finding any empty space to move myself closer to Michael’s house, my speaker phone would lose its signal, giving me more anxiety that was needed under the circumstances, so we decided to hang up. 

A few moments later, the phone rang again.  It was Shae, telling me she believes they took Michael to UCLA Medical Center.  Since I hadn’t yet reached Michael’s home, I drove directly to UCLA.  Now, finding the hospital on that massive campus was another feat that had to be worked out. I rolled down the window and asked unsuspecting students “where is the hospital’s emergency room?”  Their directions lead me there without making one wrong turn. 

At arrival, the first thing I saw was Michael’s two dark blue SUV’s, one with the emergency blinkers still on but both were empty.  I put my car in valet and looked for any familiar face.  Talithia, a dedicated fan was alone on the phone.  I ran to her and we immediately hugged and started to cry together.  We were trying to reassure each other that Michael would be O.K.

Then I tried to get inside the hospital, but to no avail, security was already guarding the door asking to whom I was there to see.  For whatever reason, I couldn’t say Michael Jackson, so I just cried and walked away not knowing what to do next. 

Since I hadn’t heard back from Randy, I tried to get a hold of my emotion and called him back at about 1:30 pm and left another message updating him about what the fireman said, but surely he could hear the fear and trembling in my voice.

From then on, fan after fan arrived hugging, updating, and crying with one another.  Then the valet closed down, soon after, the entry into the emergency parking lot was bordered off, and more and more cameramen started to arrive.  By then, my phone started to ring off the hook asking me what I knew.  I’d give them whatever information I had.

At 2:30 pm, Jackson family members arrived.  I only saw Katherine walk into the hospital, but found out that Jermaine, Randy and sister Latoya were also in the hospital.  The street quickly filled with more and more people with and without cameras. 

My friends would continue to call and tell me that the news is reporting that Michael Jackson had died.  I couldn’t believe it and wouldn’t believe it until the hospital confirmed it or a Jackson family member said it was true. 

Then it seemed out of nowhere, there was Linda running up to me crying hysterically and introduced me to a woman named Christy.  We all hugged and then called Angel, the Jackson Family publicist, who told us to wait for official confirmation from the family before giving up all hope.

Then a slim glimmer of hope, an upgrade that maybe Michael was in a coma was being reported by the LA Times.  I thought that is better than dead, but soon after that, a woman asked if she could interview me and the woman I had just met and cried with.  We agreed and refused to admit that Michael was gone.  We praised MJ with the most love and admiration we could muster, making statements like, “he was not only the greatest entertainer that ever lived but also the greatest humanitarian as well”. 

Now, the entire street is blocked off and hundreds of people filled the area.  Eventually, MJ’s song, “Heal the World” was blasting.  It was hard to first find out where the music was coming from.  I followed the sound and discovered, it was coming from some college student’s apartment from across the street.  It sounded like an “ode” to Michael’s life, which was highly offensive because I just didn’t want to believe that Michael had passed. 

Confirmation confirmation was all that rummaged through my mind, but my cell phone lost its charge, therefore, I lost my connection to the latest news reports. 

Then, I saw Jackson Family attorney, Brian Oxman, to whom I recognized while I was a reporter at the 2005 child molestation trial.  I ran up to him and asked him on camera, was Michael O.K.?  He quickly started telling me that he wouldn’t report on Michael’s condition but that Randy and Jermaine were crying in the hospital.  Soon cameras were everywhere following us and asking him question after question.

Less than one hour later, Jermaine Jackson confirmed that Michael had passed away at 2:26 pm on June 25, 2009.  Michael is “Gone Too Soon”.

As a 5 year old little girl, I first saw little Michael Jackson on the Ed Sullivan Show and I’ve loved him ever since.  I had the pleasure of being a reporter and supporting plus continuously defending Michael during and after his 2005 full acquittal of child molestation.  We, Elbow Grease Productions, produced the documentary, “Michael Jackson The Trial and Triumph of the King of Pop” that tells the TRUE facts. 

We have ALWAYS believed the world deserves to know the TRUTH!  The documentary features interviews with Tom Mesereau, Jermaine Jackson, and many other celebrities, and details the happenings of the King of Pop up until March 5, 2009--the announcement of his “This Is It” sold-out performances at London’s O2 Arena that were scheduled to begin on July 13, 2009.