My life literally changed the day Michael died. I was on my way to my best friends wedding. The news came over the car radio and I was stunned. My heart ached. All my friends gathered outside the church were talking about it, we were all in disbelief. It took a couple of days to get over the shock, then the the day of the funeral came. I wanted to go to St Andrews Cathedral to pay my respects but I had children to pick up from school. I was pregnant with my fourth child. It was a very hot summers day. I stopped off at the chicken shop on the way home. The funeral was being televised and everyone in the shop was silent. We were all watching, I still not believing what I was seeing. Then the tears started. I left the shop sobbing. I cried all the way home & turned on the TV to see the funeral. There was a lot of negative opinion about whether something so personal should be televised but I can tell you it helped me to grieve. I still haven't been to the memorial. When I do I will take my 3rd child. She is the same age as Tiger. I think that contributes to my sorrow because Michael & Paula were going through the same things as me at the same time. The joy of carrying a baby, the birth, the joy they bring & now Tiger does not have a daddy. I would see the photos in magazines of how he adored her. I know it was a moment of poor judgement when he took his life because he would never leave such a beautiful little girl on purpose.
Love to you all Mr Hutchence.
Love Jennifer
Love to you all Mr Hutchence.
Love Jennifer