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 Eulogy by Rhett Hutchence A part of me died the other day and strangely a part of me was born, and then there is the part that will carry the memory of my brother Michael forever in my heart. Michael and I were only two years apart when we grew up arm-in-arm. From the very beginning all the signs were there that Michael was destined to lead an extraordinary life. When he first opened his soulful eyes, he had two loving wonderful parents Patricia and Kelland from whom he inherited gentlemanly charm, accommodating nature and charisma. With the help of our sister Tina, who played an integral part, feeding, helping, bathing, caring and being, when finally Mike came along our family was complete. I have an early lyric book of Michael's in which when he first started writing (and) there is a list of 10 things he wanted to achieve in his life. The first one was to conquer the world. I can't remember what the other nine were but I'm sure he achieved them too. Michael was a poet, a singer and a gifted performer. He touched the lives of everybody he met, even people he never met. It hasn't been easy being Michael's brother, it's strange, it's been fantastic at times and other times the hardest, but having Michael for my brother I wouldn't have had it any other way. My heart goes out to Paula and beautiful, darling girl Tiger, and the other girls, to the band, to his friends and people who have known Michael and lost a tremendous friend. Thanks to the support from friends, the love I'm receiving at the moment is helping me through this. I cannot stress enough the importance of friendship and love in today's times. The other night I went and spent some time in the room, his room at the Ritz, to see if it had any answers. It seemed a sad room, it definitely wasn't Michael. And if Michael, who loved Oscar Wilde, would have identified with the famous poet's last words "either this wallpaper goes or I do" then I understand. On behalf of Michael I would like to thank my family for the love they gave him and together these words may have meaning for us all. To mourn too long for those who we love is self-indulgent, but to honour their memory with a promise to live a little better for having known them gives purpose to their life and some reason for their death. Rest in peace Bro. I love you. I will miss you. |
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