I know I'm late with this, but I just needed to take time out. June is not a great month for me. Not only do I mourn Michael's passing, but also my mother's.

Michael, where to begin. Seven years without you. Seven years ago you grew beautiful wings and finally returned to your true home. Every single person in this world was in shock, because heroes aren't supposed to die. They're supposed to live forever.

When I first saw Michael Jackson dance I fell in love with a man I had never met. No one, except a fellow Moonwalker, will understand the love I feel for this incredible human being. You literally can't explain it.

And now he's gone.

And we cry ourselves to sleep at night.

And we kiss our posters.

And we pretend that he is our pillow.

And no one else will understand the pain that we, as a family, went through when our idol went to Heaven.

Michael Joseph Jackson, you gave us such happiness and shared your remarkable gift for the world. And I cannot thank you enough.

I love you more.