Bologna, Italy

My precious Michael,

every passing year is the time I’ve lied in wait for someone to tell me that your death was just a dirty trick of my mind to make me understand how much it’s wrong to take anyone for granted.  June 25th is the day I realize that my waiting will always be vain and I must deal with the hardest reality I could ever imagine.

I try to resist the void I have in my heart living to make you proud in every possible way.  Every day I hark back to your own words to be able to honor  the true message of your Art and the true meaning of your life. This is the only chance I have to keep you close to me and to give you justice. I feel this would be just what you’d ask me if you could talk to me and you’d beg me to do so with a smile. But Michael... I'm only human and I can’t go on smiling while I know what happened to you and I think about your children deprived of your presence in their lives and all of us deprived of your wonderful light.

Since you were killed, everything has become darker, more painful and disheartening. The mere fact that you LIVED filled my life - and the one of many others in the world - with joy, excitement and hope. I know damn well I must not let your murderers kill also what you have lived for, but the awareness of having lost you because of a bunch of greedy criminals hurts so much! They know what they did to you and to us, however there's no remorse in any of them. This is not the world that you wanted and I promise you I’ll never stop trying to change it, but I cannot change the fact that you can no longer enjoy the life that you loved so much… it destroys me!  I'd give mine to bring you back to enlighten the whole world, the more the days go by the more we need you! I love you beyond measure and I only hope that it will be time to get your touch of Love that lasts for eternity.

Forever yours and yours alone, 

Laura Messina