The power of letting go...or, my trip to Mary Patrick's "My Dream is Dead, But I'm Not" funeral
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Dec. 6th, 2008 | 07:03 pm
The Chapel of Chimes was cool and serene when I walked in. Around the front door I noticed a friend of Mary's setting up a table with the funeral program and some other items. A few men were walking around and I barely knew anyone there.
I sat in a corner with palm fronds around me and thus created a sort of backdrop. It's hard for me to look like I'm engaged in something when really I'm not. Just like it's hard to just sit there and do nothing. Society asks somehow that you do something when alone. Which in turn prompted me to play "Mysterious Funeral Parlour Lady" with a costume replete with a smart black skirt with small flourish of ruffles, a blousy turtleneck sweater with a scarf over head and giant, black owl-rimmed sunglasses to top it off. Well, some black, leather Isotoner gloves would have been perfect (for my frozen fingers) but...
I had been meaning to buy Mary's book because Eileen read an edit version of it and we don't have it on our bookshelf. There I sat: reading the first three chapters of the book in the chapel as people got together and hob-nobbed. I couldn't read what I was reading because I'm severely near-sighted (and the sunglasses got in the way) so I held the book up close to my nose. I hope I didn't look like a prop for I was actually reading it--taking everything in. Which is why I'm squinting:
Photo by Abeer Hoque
The one page that got my attention was this dialogue Mary has with her sister and they are talking about her horoscope and it says something to the liking of "write 'fini' to what's not working," on page 16. Hmm. Say goodbye to what's not working and you got Mary's funeral. She was even a subcriber to Fini Magazine before this funeral.
A thing like "Family Plots: Love, Death and Tax Evasion," is far better than the trade paperback crap that's out there. I come across several books that stink from the first sentence on. What were these publishers thinking?
Come to think, what was any publisher thinking about rejecting Alex Haley's "Roots?" It got rejected 200 times. I somehow remember that the most when the officiant gave her sermon/eulogy and I think I'll remember that each time I feel rejected: you just have to keep trying--in a different way. It's like when astronauts scrub a mission. They pull everything off of schedule and start all over again. They learn from their failed missions and think of new strategy. If they didn't, there'd possibly be a disaster.