Michael

I absolutely hate June 25th. Unless one of my children just happens to be born on this day, there may always be a dark cloud over it. I never met Michael personally, although I dreamed about the possibility up until June 25th, 2009, but even still he was always there for me. He's been gone for six years now but he remains there.I played his music this morning on my drive to work and I cried. The pain I felt that day lingers. I wonder if it will ever go away.