Even though I so desperatly wanted to see him one last time, I think it was good that the coffin was closed. I just don't want to remember him that way; lying in a coffin, lifeless. No. I want to remember the hopeful, dancing Michael in his best years.
I miss you so much, Michael. You made me, a former atheist, believe in heaven and in God. I look up to the sky and whisper words I hope you can hear. Every night, I pray that you'll come and visit me and my dreams. It hurts so bad that you're gone.
Rest in peace, angel. Love ya