For the past few days, I’ve had Michael on my mind. When I think of where my life is heading, I think of were his should have. It’s not fair. It’s not fair that someone so kind to an outcast would feel that his only way out is suicide. His death opened my eyes. I don’t know where he is now… But I know he’s watching us from wherever he is. He always wanted to hear me sing… I make it a habit to sing really loud every time I sing… Just in case he is listening and can’t hear me very well.
Michael,
If you are on the heavenly tumblr, I love you. I miss you. And thank you for teaching me how to leave a legacy. I won’t remember you by your last action, but by the random kindness you showed me. Thank you for not looking at outward appearances. Thank you for being you. I’ll see you when I see you, bud. :)
