Maybe it was because I needed a good cry or maybe it was that I remember finding out about your death. You were one of those people who had an extraordinary knack to bewitch. I don’t remember everything from that day but I do remember feeling a heaviness in my chest. You needed to only look, really look closely into your eyes to see the sadness. You know that saying that goes along the lines of being lonely in a room full of people; that fit you perfectly. Like so many before and after you, like a curse that comes with being creative and sensitive, there is this battle to keep feeling and it is so very evident in your eyes. Watching the INXS special like so many others no doubt, it was hard to not feel overwhelmingly sad. Sad that you had so much to offer, sad that no one quite understood you, sad that you never quite reached a happy moment where it wasn’t snatched from you in some way. Also sad that you weren’t appreciated as much as you should have been in your own country. But mostly sad that you were gone so very soon. I think all of us who watched tonight probably found some comfort in that dream of Kirk’s that came to light. Where he dreamt of an owl that spoke in Michaels voice and told Kirk
"It’s OK, mate. I’m finally happy. I’m finally free."
You will always be missed.