MY TRIP TO HOLLYWOOD August 3-6, 2001

On Sunday, I attended the memorial and got to meet people from all of the Marilyn clubs that I belong to. It was so great putting faces to emails! But the highlight was of course seeing Marilyn's crypt. I wasn't prepared for how emotional it was for me. I just couldn't believe that I was actually there paying my respects. I just can't describe the feeling when I touched her crypt, it all seems like a dream. Let's just say I was a basket case. The memorial itself was wonderful. I hope I am able to attend next year.

Time flew by soooo fast! However, I am so happy that I got to experience this. I hope Marilyn knows that I was there because she is in my heart always. This is the poem that I wrote for her and left at her crypt.

Eyes full of innocence. Vulnerable at playing the game. They took everything from you They even took your name. Molded, bleached a beauty Next they gave you fame. The public needed a sex symbol So that is what you became. I guess no one ever tamed you. Lord knows that everyone tried. To make, then break your career And then comfort you as you cried. Hollywood was such a busy place. Yet you still felt alone in a crowd. Your friends would whisper compliments, But your self-doubt was too loud. You never realized your talent. It was more than your pretty face. It was the way you captured our hearts, And how no one has taken your place. It's a shame you had to leave us Before I knew your name. I guess that's the price you pay For refusing to play their game.

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