Dear Michael,

I know you're feeling safe where you are. The music you sang was a cry out of sins. I'm sure you feel free. The pressure you had lifted off your shoulders. Your impression left a print on us. Your voice still strong, loud, and clear. Your last breath was a whisper of the wind. All the question are asked the same. Why did you leave? Why? Answer that will never be known. Do you feel free Michael? From the Tabloid Junkies. You left us sad yet inspired from your sing and dancing causing everyone around the to follow their dreams. If you look in the mirror down upon us what do you see?. We all cry out to you to come back. But that will never happen. Michael give us a sign. Let us know you're safe in god arms. So we may rest in peace. From China to New York; From England to Japan. We can all say the same WE LOVE YOU MICHAEL AND WE MISS YOU!

Truly your fan,

Celestia