Ah, the passage of time. It is always most difficult to observe its effects in the world which surrounds us, even within oneself. One never realizes it, but with every second, one is changing. It's among the most difficult realities, and one of my least favourite things to admit, but time is a harsh thing--it is the eternal forward-moving gear which sets us all in motion, which makes things wax and wane, like the moon. It welcomes every tide, it watches them ebb and flow, all of these things are in perpetual motion, as are we. It is inevitable, that things fade with the passing of time--perhaps this is most merciful, although we are creatures who view change with distrust and reluctance, yet we need change to grow, to avoid stagnation.
Yet, some things never quite disappear, although they change with time. Your love for Michael will not disappear if you do not wish for it to disappear--it is a genuine feeling within the chambers of your secret heart, it is with you every day, every night, and if you will it so, it will be with you until your dying day. However, this feeling will evolve. Everything evolves with time as its catalyst. The intensity of your grieving will evolve. The explosion of emotion which gripped the globe after June of 2009 was intense. The loss of our brightest star was something which even those who never cared much for him had to acknowledge--Michael was so ingrained into our culture, into music, that even his detractors had to notice and feel the loss.
However, the crying, the tributes, the 'stopping everything and playing his music on repeat until the moon rises', these were all expressions of the newfound grief, reactions to the novel loss, and attempts to celebrate his life. The absence of these things does not mean that Michael is gone--he'll never truly be gone. It only means that we as a whole are in a different stage in our grieving process--we can't cry forever. The world would stop. There needs to be healing, and ultimate acceptance, that he's not physically among us. In our individual grieving stages as fans, we are all at different points, since every being grieves differently. However, those who carry on with their every day lives do not love Michael any less than you or I--they've simply dealt with the grief differently. It's different, and not one of them has 'forgotten' him if they truly loved him--that's impossible to do!
I want you to know that you are in no way alone. Your sentiments are valid, and there are others out there who echo these very same words. You are kindred spirits through your pain--it's there so you can grow and learn from it, although it is difficult. It won't be easy, but no worthwhile thing is ever easy. Just know that Michael will always be here--just not in the way he previously was. It's change, not oblivion.
Even in death, those who have passed can never be forgotten by those who love them. The world at large may "move on," in fact, this is very much desired in order to maintain a functioning society. However, those of us who love Michael will never forget him, we will always love him, and remember him. He can be in everything, from the soft flutter of the wings of a nearby butterfly, to the dark shadows of a forest in the evenings. He lives on in his music, certainly, because he put every fiber of his being and all his love into it, just for his lovely children, you, me, and the rest of his fans to hear.
Just know that no one who loves ever forgets.