Isn’t it amazing that nine months ago, it was a Thursday the 25th?

June 25th to be exact.

The number 9 can sometimes symbolize eternity. It is also technically the amount of time it takes for a human to go from conception to birth.

Nine months ago is also when we lost our beloved Michael.

Isn’t it amazing that the fans are still grieving? We still carry broken hearts. We are still confused about his death.

We weren’t ready to give him up, but we had to.

So how do we repair this hole in our hearts? There has been an unrepairable rip in the fabric of time. The wound of him leaving us is a deep scratch in our Michael Jackson vinyl. The virtual record needle is stuck and the sweet echo of his voice, whether it be the sparkling sound of Smooth Criminal or the gritty lyrics of They Don’t Really Care About Us, is playing continuously in our minds, in our vehicles or on our computers.

It is still hard to comprehend that he is now dancing among the stars, performing for the heavenly hosts and singing with the angels.

But… even with heavy hearts, we can still look toward the heavens and smile… being an angel becomes you, Michael. It becomes YOU.

You were our angel for many years

And we thank God for lending you to us for this short memorable time.