Dear Michael, it's strange. Most of us never met you, never shook your hand, never stood

close enough to tell you what your music meant. And yet, when you left, it felt personal

I was just a kid when I first heard your voice. Didn't know your story, didn't know your pain

I only knew somehow when your music played. The world felt brighter, a little bigger, a little more hopeful

Dear Michael, can you hear us tonight? We're still singing those songs, still chasing those lights

The years rolled on, but one thing stayed true. A part of us still belongs to you

Some people become famous, some become legends, but very few become memories. You became part of birthdays, road trips, family gatherings, childhood bedrooms, and moments we'll never forget

Today a child discovers your music for the very first time. And somewhere else, someone who grew up with your songs, presses play again

Different generations, different lives, same feeling

Dear Michael, can you hear us tonight? The moon is high and the stars shine bright. From Gary, Indiana to every corner of the world, your music still finds its way home

Maybe that's what forever looks like. Not statues, not headlines, not records. Maybe forever is hearing your song on an ordinary day and suddenly remembering how it made you feel

Maybe forever is knowing that even after all these years, people still care

Dear Michael, can you hear us now? A million hearts are singing out loud

You gave us more than melodies to hear. You gave us hope, you gave us dreams, you gave us reasons to believe

Dear Michael, the world still dances, the world still sings, and somewhere tonight, someone is hearing your music for the very first time

Time, love, the fans

Dear Michael