Jun 25, 2015


I absolutely hate June 25th. Unless one of my children just happens to be born on this day, there may always be a dark cloud over it. 

I never met Michael personally, although I dreamed about the possibility up until June 25th, 2009, but even still he was always there for me. He's been gone for six years now but he remains there.

I played his music this morning on my drive to work and I cried. The pain I felt that day lingers. I wonder if it will ever go away. 

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  1. june 25 is my birthday :) i was like- oh no!! why does she hate it! haha that was a sad day... it was my 26th birthday :(