Looking back on the hundred messages thus far was exubrating... in not even 48hours this has hit the 100 mark! I noticed many familar names and caught up with old friends, laughed and cried... most importantly I felt a great sense of pride in being Australian. Like Tiger, my father left my life before I was even born and I grew up knowing another man as my daddio. However, he - regardless of how much I idolised him - in the daddy's little girl mentality - he didnt turn out to be what my mother had anticipated him to be and after 15 years I was left back at square one.. only this time with a broken heart. It isnt something i talk about very much, but I felt i would share it with you so that I can express my further gratitude to how you were always there for your son. I read Vince Lovegrove's book, and after perusing this site further, I can clearly see that you were, and still are a great factor of support for your children and that you love them to pieces. Thankyou so much for bringing Michael into existence and encouraging his choice of career throughout the early days when things probably seemed meek and many other parents would have displayed their distaste of a seemingly juvenile and unrewarding pursuit. I dont know the full extent of your perils with Tiger's mother, but she is crazy not to have Tiger calling you every week with the cheer of 'howya doin' grand-daddio! Also, i think the size of the pictures are fine... quite refreshing since Im practically as blind as a bat - it was touching to see the other side of the great man I knew as Michael Hutchence... international music sensation and favourite tabloid fodder (Line em up and shoot them all!). Many a time I sit mystified at the thought of my mother running around with double plaits and kooky glasses... let alone my grandparents escaping the war or my aunts and uncles having fights as children... it was very nice to see the whole picture for a change.. made my appreciation of Michael so much more validified and all encompassing... finally I was able to see him as something more than just a figure on stage for our enjoyment or a voice on the radio... he became a person again... a somebodies father, somebodies lover, somebodies brother and somebodies son. Sadly, the constraints of fame robbed him of this image (in the eyes of many people) and in this superhuman existence they everyone thought he could handle everything and that everything he did was everybody's business. For me it is a devastating example of too little too late... family aside I dont think anybody really appreciated what we had (with Michael) and let him know of as such until it was too late. My heart goes out to you and your family as i catch this glimpse into the extent of your greif and in letting go. I can only hope that when Tiger reaches my age she will understand and have the reassurance that I never had that her daddio loved her and will be with her always.