The hardest for me is. . . I donât understand when a child dies. I really donât. I think there should be a window where there is a chance of dying but not in this window of time. When a child dies, or if the child is sick, I really donât understand it.
But I listen to Ryan White, twelve years old at my dining room table at Neverland telling his mother how to bury him. He said, âMom when I die, donât put me in a suit and tie. I donât want to be in a suit and tie. Put me in OshKosh jeans and a T-shirt.â
I said: âI have to use the bathroom,â and I ran to the bathroom and I cried my eyes out. Hearing this little boy telling his mother how to bury him. That hurt me. It was as if he was prepared for it and when he died he was in OshKosh jeans and a T-shirt and a watch that I gave him. How could your heart not go out to someone like that?
And I am sitting alone in this room with him and he is lying there and I felt so bad I just wanted to hold him and kiss him and say that I love him, which I did all those things when he was alive. I took care of him and he stayed at my house. But to see him just lying there ⊠I spoke to him and I said, âRyan, I promised you that I would do something in your honor on my next album. I will create a song for you. I will sing it. I want the world to know who you are.â I did Gone Too Soon .That was for him.â  (Michael Jackson)
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