I watched Michael Jackons' memorial. Did you?

I thought it was extremely emotional, which is to be expected, but it was beautifully done. I'm sure Michael would have been really pleased by the whole experience, and to know that so many people love him. It never sunk in that he was actually gone until about halfway through the memorial. It was only then that it finally hit me. This is real. He is gone. He has really, truly passed away. He isn't going to show up somewhere like I thought he would. He's gone.

His death is affecting me much more than I ever thought it would.

I was never Michael's #1 fan, but I always highly respected his work and admired him as such a strong, influential individual. I always felt bad for him when everyone was against him, as they so often seemed to be. He didn't deserve any of that. Not one second of it. Watching the memorial really made me realize that he is gone, and what a fantastic person he really was. Paris (his daughter) made me bawl. "And I want to say I love him..."

He truly impacted not only the music industry, but the hearts of thousands. Millions. He was an incredible, talented man.

Life is so short.