Twenty years ago Michael’s family and friends joined together to sail
around Sydney Harbour for an evening of mutual support, sharing
memories and their love for Michael. It was Michael’s 38^th birthday
and everyone was still coming to terms with their loss. No one could
possibly forget that night. While the atmosphere ebbed from melancholy
reflection to initial healing moments of awkward laughter, there was
an unspoken emptiness, a numbness, a huge hole had been left in
everyone’s life that seemed unimaginable, unthinkable a mere two
months before. It was a heartbreaking situation, contemplating a world
without Michael Hutchence. No more jovial greetings, spontaneous
phone messages, impish grins, philosophical discourses, no more
creative songs, no more passionate performances. All that Michael had
ever achieved, spoken, written, the love he gave to others, the
attentive ear, the hug, the kisses, were now his legacy that would
remain in hearts as priceless memories. With the passage of time, we
have hopefully learned to focus more on the memories with a grateful
heart, than the grief of loss. So with an uplifted and grateful heart
we say happy 58^th birthday, dear Michael.

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