Dear Michael,
It's been a long time since I've visited. I need to drop by more often. This is a precious place, here in this corner of the Internet. It's almost like sitting in a cloud, far off from everything else. A place of peace and refuge, while the world spins in chaos all around it.
It's still such a tragedy that your life ended the way it did, but in a way, I'm glad you're not here to see what has become of this place we inhabit, because I know your heart would be broken and your soul would be very, very heavy with grief.
And that's all we do. We inhabit this sphere, held in place by gravity, orbiting a sun, in a solar system, in a galaxy, in one corner of the universe. But we don't live here. We don't take care of this place. We do not treat it as our home. We don't even live authentic lives anymore.
We don't even take care of each other. We are divided into factions, each side blaming the other for all the problems, being absolutely hateful and sometimes violent, when someone says something that another person doesn't agree with. Governments all over the world are becoming tyrannical in the name of democracy. It's a frightening time.
You knew all of this would happen when you penned the line "Watch the World Argue". But in The Stairs you gave us hope. You were, are, and always will be, an old soul. We need your words now, more than ever.
I don't know if those of us who were there from the beginning can pass on the magic of what you gave us to future generations, but we are trying. We are trying to inspire a new generation with your music. We are trying to tell your story. You mattered then, you matter now, and you will always matter. We remember, so we never forget.
Our lives go on. We have changed. We have grown up. We hope we are better people than we once were. We went in different directions. Some of us still stay in touch after all this time, and for those of us who don't - well, our paths do cross occasionally , because we are bound together by you. We always will be. It's pretty amazing.
I suppose someone from the outside looking in might think we are obsessed, but we know better, and you know better; so let them think what they will. We know how it was when you looked a person in the eye, you made them feel like they were the only person in the room. We are just a group of people who were profoundly affected by your life and death because of our own special sets of circumstances, and we went through it, together.
I hope you are finding the peace you were so desperate for in this life. I know I have, and I am grateful. I never thought it could happen. I will honor you always, by continuing to help you find your place in this world, so others can heal and be inspired by the life you lived, even though you are no longer with us, and have gone onto the next world, wherever that may be.
For some reason I always imagine you sitting in a tree, just observing everything. I don't know why. But I find comfort in it.
Until next time,
Deirdre
It's been a long time since I've visited. I need to drop by more often. This is a precious place, here in this corner of the Internet. It's almost like sitting in a cloud, far off from everything else. A place of peace and refuge, while the world spins in chaos all around it.
It's still such a tragedy that your life ended the way it did, but in a way, I'm glad you're not here to see what has become of this place we inhabit, because I know your heart would be broken and your soul would be very, very heavy with grief.
And that's all we do. We inhabit this sphere, held in place by gravity, orbiting a sun, in a solar system, in a galaxy, in one corner of the universe. But we don't live here. We don't take care of this place. We do not treat it as our home. We don't even live authentic lives anymore.
We don't even take care of each other. We are divided into factions, each side blaming the other for all the problems, being absolutely hateful and sometimes violent, when someone says something that another person doesn't agree with. Governments all over the world are becoming tyrannical in the name of democracy. It's a frightening time.
You knew all of this would happen when you penned the line "Watch the World Argue". But in The Stairs you gave us hope. You were, are, and always will be, an old soul. We need your words now, more than ever.
I don't know if those of us who were there from the beginning can pass on the magic of what you gave us to future generations, but we are trying. We are trying to inspire a new generation with your music. We are trying to tell your story. You mattered then, you matter now, and you will always matter. We remember, so we never forget.
Our lives go on. We have changed. We have grown up. We hope we are better people than we once were. We went in different directions. Some of us still stay in touch after all this time, and for those of us who don't - well, our paths do cross occasionally , because we are bound together by you. We always will be. It's pretty amazing.
I suppose someone from the outside looking in might think we are obsessed, but we know better, and you know better; so let them think what they will. We know how it was when you looked a person in the eye, you made them feel like they were the only person in the room. We are just a group of people who were profoundly affected by your life and death because of our own special sets of circumstances, and we went through it, together.
I hope you are finding the peace you were so desperate for in this life. I know I have, and I am grateful. I never thought it could happen. I will honor you always, by continuing to help you find your place in this world, so others can heal and be inspired by the life you lived, even though you are no longer with us, and have gone onto the next world, wherever that may be.
For some reason I always imagine you sitting in a tree, just observing everything. I don't know why. But I find comfort in it.
Until next time,
Deirdre