I found out last night while at work, fighting tears while finishing the shift. I came home, I mourned, I cried.
I'm waking up and I can't believe this isn't just a bad nightmare. I wanted to believe what I saw wasn't real. One of those crazy dreams that have no explanation. This feels so not real.
He was young. He made an enormous cultural impact worldwide. He was a terrific person. And now, knowing he was battling it while doing what he loved and cheering up kids suffering the same? I've seen what a cancer patient has to go through everyday. He truly was a king. Period.