Dear Michael,
It's been sixteen years since God called your name—sixteen long, dreadful years without your light, without your love, your care, your smile, your voice. Almost two decades have passed, and still, the pain we carry from your death lingers like a bleeding scar.
You were the light in darkness, a beacon of hope for so many people, young and old. Your music healed wounds. your love molded hearts. And your kindness saved souls. You weren't just the King of Pop—you were an anchor. The glue that held so many together. A father to those who never met you. A friend those who didn't even deserve you.
In a world that tried to break you, you still tried to make a better place. And in many ways, Michael—you did. Your heart was to pure for this cruel world. You deserved so much better than it gave you. This world failed you, and for that I am sorry. But, even then, you kept fighting for us, and for that... I thank you. We thank you, Michael... For everything.
Rest in Paradise, beautiful King. And I hope you're smiling and dancing in the sky with Joseph, Tito, and Brandon too.
Until we meet again, my love.