It's been almost six years. A lot of life has happened. There is something you need to know. It is part of Michael's legacy.
You have a link to my website on your Fans page. Because of grief and loss in my own life, I hadn't updated these pages since 1998. In fact, I thought I had removed them from the internet. I am so glad I did not.
In 2002 someone stopped by and signed my guestbook. The first time they found my site, they were, in their words “feeling like doing something foolish.” There is more to their story.
There is also more to mine, but I am only now able to articulate it. I found my website again by accident--because I did an internet search on Tiger Lily Hutchence and ended up here.
My heart goes out to her. The reasons are obvious, but I cannot express here the depth of empathy I feel for her. She has my prayers.
Her father spent his life entertaining the masses. His death was a catalyst that started a chain of events in my own life.
I hate that he had to die, and that his death is part of the reason I go on living. But the truth of it is, Michael Hutchence, in his final moment, made me take a look at something--namely, my child, and he is part of the reason why my son still has a mother.
We never know all that we achieve, how much we matter, the difference we make.
You have a link to my website on your Fans page. Because of grief and loss in my own life, I hadn't updated these pages since 1998. In fact, I thought I had removed them from the internet. I am so glad I did not.
In 2002 someone stopped by and signed my guestbook. The first time they found my site, they were, in their words “feeling like doing something foolish.” There is more to their story.
There is also more to mine, but I am only now able to articulate it. I found my website again by accident--because I did an internet search on Tiger Lily Hutchence and ended up here.
My heart goes out to her. The reasons are obvious, but I cannot express here the depth of empathy I feel for her. She has my prayers.
Her father spent his life entertaining the masses. His death was a catalyst that started a chain of events in my own life.
I hate that he had to die, and that his death is part of the reason I go on living. But the truth of it is, Michael Hutchence, in his final moment, made me take a look at something--namely, my child, and he is part of the reason why my son still has a mother.
We never know all that we achieve, how much we matter, the difference we make.