Dear Melanie:
I forgot you were dead
Only 2 months ago I began my morning with a wide sigh Ohhh Melanie,. . where and when my heart met with my image of you and the yearning for, My Confidante! My Confidante; the word I found most fitting to describe our friendship.
You were a friend of my daughter Shree. You both developed a fond admiration for each other, a society of 2 sort, that endured throughout.
There was this uncertainty, mostly because of the mix of my individual character and personality and the unknown dynamic which allowed Shree to
Question within her remark: "you'll really get along with Melanie or you won't ".
Reflecting back on our relationship , Melanie became one of the most trusting souls I've ever met. Her "worldly" met mine, culturally, generationally combined with the available and accessible large slices of random humor and a backbone made of compassion. The recipe for a genuine growing friendship.
She was a great listener;
Phone call conversations were lengthy
I could disclose the dark tales and she could and would give the best constructive criticism and insights, or not.
Her generosity and trust extended toward reciprocity:with me helping her organize, edit and bury, while listening to her reflect on past challenges and her own personal history.
These days when there are no more peers available to talk with, for me, but one, I think 'they are not Melanie'. There are the few; they are younger, wonderful brilliant friends of mine. But they aren't Melanie, nor were they meantt to be.
Although I'm not sad, I'm pissed, I can hear her say "I'm fine I'm fine" in her staccato like repitition.
So today when I forgot you were dead, (I can hear your chuckle) I will embrace our belief in the Grace of God, in you and cherish our endearing friendship and know that you are indeed 'just fine".
Thanks Melanie for everything.
Always from love to you,
Mona