It’s November again and Jacaranda time when Sydney is bathed in a purple glow. A yearly reminder of that fateful November seventeen years ago when your father and I bathed in your happy glow whilst enjoying what would be our last dinner, indeed the last time we would see you in this life.
The news of the following Saturday morning broke our hearts, as it did those close to your heart and the legion of fans around the world.
One thing is certain every November the Jacaranda will blossom again in all its purple glory, and we will pause to remember the loss of a prodigious talent and a sensitive and beautiful soul.
Rest in peace Michael with your dear father Kelland.
(A very proud stepmother)