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.