Marilyn Monroe was the "untouchable"; she was always in the light of the cameras, and seemed to be free of harm. Her death left each one with a new look on life. One man suffered from depression, and another couldn't look at his family the same. The last man stood in the doorway and listen to a woman's breathing patterns as she slept. Just an average woman, but a woman that was alive and well. All the men realized that no one was un-touchable, every person wasn't free from harm and no matter who you are or what you do death can strike at any time.
Not everyone can relate to this poem although some may try and even people with similar experiences say they have felt that way. I too can relate to a death that overwhelmed not only myself but also many others. Back in 1995 I had a friend of the family die suddenly to a drug overdose. My best friend Melina and I would play for hours at her house while her brother teased us and poked at us with harmless fun. All three of us grew up together at either my house or hers. Her brother Eric was only about 3 years older then we but always came out to play or sat just to watch a movie on a Saturday night. He was the "cool" older brother, the one we looked up to when we didn't know where to turn. Eric was my "dream boy". The one I thought about before bed, the guy I wished would notice me. I was young and still in elementary school, but I must say he was my first crush. His dashing good looks, the way he poked at me like a sister made me like him more and more each day. I became close with the family, not only with Melina and Eric but with the parents as well, and soon enough our families started to go places together. I loved having them around; each day came about with thoughts of our backyards. I loved hanging out with Melina but I loved it when he came with her. .
Years went by and soon enough we were in junior high and Eric went off to high school.