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I found out on saturday evening that a sweet beautiful woman I knew had passed away. Her name was Michelle Jackson, she was 34 years old, 6 months pregnant and a weird infection called myocardosis ? took her life quickly and suddenly.
I met Michelle on the phone. I was working on The Divine Ryans, my second film gig ever..and first outside of the accounting office at Imagex. I was the Halifax coordinator, which was nothing compared to the Newfoundland production office crew, where most of the film was shot. That's how I met Michelle. Her and I bonded over the phone and when the Newfoundland portion came to a close, the crew finally arrived at Cinesite (thanks to our efforts on both ends) to film the 'puck-a-lypse' and other interior scenes. I remember wondering what this shiny happy voice would physically look like..and as I ran down the studio stairs past a slew of new faces, I stopped in my tracks and turned around I heard the voice that shined through the phone....and it was unmistakeably Michelle. We were so excited to finally meet each other.
Years (and years?) later I was in Newfoundland working on The Shipping News and on a weekend from Trinity into St John's...I was wandering around (that healthy store on the main drag with the great counters and shelves?)...and I was thinking (maybe even telling my set dresser/boyfriend at the time) about who I might know in St John's, and I thought of Michelle, but remembered that I had heard she lived in Montreal.
Then I heard the voice and turned around and there she was... maybe just visiting from montreal...I can't remember.. but I was so happy that my thoughts had conjured her up live and in person.
This week, my thoughts have conjured her up often. I came from an emotional yoga class and found the one picture I knew I had of her and Angie in my old Ford Tempo and posted it to Facebook.
I met Michelle on the phone. I was working on The Divine Ryans, my second film gig ever..and first outside of the accounting office at Imagex. I was the Halifax coordinator, which was nothing compared to the Newfoundland production office crew, where most of the film was shot. That's how I met Michelle. Her and I bonded over the phone and when the Newfoundland portion came to a close, the crew finally arrived at Cinesite (thanks to our efforts on both ends) to film the 'puck-a-lypse' and other interior scenes. I remember wondering what this shiny happy voice would physically look like..and as I ran down the studio stairs past a slew of new faces, I stopped in my tracks and turned around I heard the voice that shined through the phone....and it was unmistakeably Michelle. We were so excited to finally meet each other.
Years (and years?) later I was in Newfoundland working on The Shipping News and on a weekend from Trinity into St John's...I was wandering around (that healthy store on the main drag with the great counters and shelves?)...and I was thinking (maybe even telling my set dresser/boyfriend at the time) about who I might know in St John's, and I thought of Michelle, but remembered that I had heard she lived in Montreal.
Then I heard the voice and turned around and there she was... maybe just visiting from montreal...I can't remember.. but I was so happy that my thoughts had conjured her up live and in person.
This week, my thoughts have conjured her up often. I came from an emotional yoga class and found the one picture I knew I had of her and Angie in my old Ford Tempo and posted it to Facebook.