Comments on: Indelible

By: Debra Stokes

Debra Stokes — Wed, 08 Jul 2009 15:54:21 +0000

Lovely post. I think Michael Jackson was a lot like Bonnie and Tay Tay. For his many fan-friends, he was always there when we needed him and asked almost nothing in return. Indelible. Perfect word.

By: Christie

Christie — Tue, 07 Jul 2009 22:24:13 +0000

Melissa you made me think (as you always do) of two of my friends. Alicia whom I met when I was 3 and John Lennon with whom I once occupied space in the same room. Alicia and I were inseparable until I was ll and I went off to a different high school. Whenever I think of summer, I think of Alicia and golden days spent roaming her grandparents’ farm, paddling in the brook and hiding from her younger brother so we did not have to take him with us. Alicia died a few years ago and although I had not seen her in a long time, the memories were as close as yesterday. My friendship with John Lennon was a little different. He was unaware of my existence, but may be he knew how his songs, drawings, writings, and ideas spoke to others and connected us to him, like friends. I still miss him. Indelible, what a lovely word to use in this context. Thanks M you are indelible too.

By: Pam Meyer

Pam Meyer — Tue, 07 Jul 2009 20:31:24 +0000

A friend is someone who loves us and enjoys us for who we are inside. A true friend is different than an imaginary friend because as defined, an imaginary friend is just that – imaginary.

By: carine

carine — Tue, 07 Jul 2009 17:42:40 +0000

Your take on why people feel such a connection to Michael Jackson is so perceptive and enlightening. I think you’ve hit on something, here. I’m not of the “attending the memorial” fan variety, but he’s the first celebrity I can say I felt a visceral reaction about when I heard news of his death, and you’ve just cleared up why. Thanks!

By: Conz

Conz — Tue, 07 Jul 2009 16:23:13 +0000

Your piece reminded me of the third grade when Janet Broughton walked up to me on the first day of school and asked if I wanted to be best friends. And we were till her family moved to Hawaii three years later. I hadn’t thought about her for years. She was the first girl I knew who got boobs. She was so cool. Thanks Melissa.

By: dearpru

dearpru — Tue, 07 Jul 2009 15:42:12 +0000

Interesting concept, Melissa. You’re making me think that we never really meet anyone truly new or original after our childhood ends. Everyone I’ve met after seventh grade seems to remind me of someone else. They conveniently match up with one archetype or another–a former classmate, an old friend, a rival or playground bully–who dates from those early years.

By: Cathy

Cathy — Tue, 07 Jul 2009 15:13:44 +0000

Thanks for bringing back the memories of childhood buddies, the girlfriends who were always perfect in our eyes. It’s true that as we get older, we lose more friends, and those ‘indelible marks’ are so deep. As you write, real friends are a lot of work—and they are so worth it.