Painful to remember,even sadder to forget. The anniversary of Michael's death comes and goes as I hold my breath trying not to feel the hurt left by his death. I can't listen to his music any longer because I keep hearing something new I missed before. The sensory overload I feel when I realise what he wrote, said and sang takes my breath away and plunges my heart into a hole that seems deeper every year. Crying alone is no fun.