Words are useless here

There is no way to express how much your comments, ideas, prayers, love, light, healing energy and patience, understanding and wisdom helped and are helping us here, as we learn to live without Michael physically around. 

I read all that you said, but managed to get back to almost nobody.  Please know that your thoughts helped, even if I didn't contact you yet.  I've got your phone numbers, those of you who sent them, and I'll call you when I can talk.  It might be a while.

With regard to the scholarship fund, it will take some research to set up, but i've already started.


Here is a picture I took during Mike's Celebration of Life.  There are musicians playing on the other side, behind me, and a crowd of people.  The sun is setting, and Gail and Pattee are dancing.  They are two of Mike's "Dancing Girls."  That's what I call them.  Of course, I'm one too, but certainly not among the most participatory.  I did...other things.  But I wore a long flowy skirt to the Celebration.  None of us Dancing Girls would do otherwise.  This place where we danced (I didn't dance) and made music for Michael is a place that emphatically evokes his spirit.  It is big and outside and open and raw and full of bluffs and hills and open desert.  From that place we could see the city, see where he worked for 25 years, where he went to college, all the places he loved.  One of the engineers he used to work with said, "Being here reminds me that when we worked at Motorola, we actually were a community, and it is that community that we lost."  When he said that, I realized that Michael's Celebration of Life was doing what it should do--creating a higher awareness, raising our consciousness around those things that were most Michael and that he most loved.  We were so lucky to be there together.  We did it.  Together we created it, and we were changed before we walked back toward the city together.