Jun 08, 2010 09:43
The Trapeze Swinger, Iron and Wine, came on the iPod yesterday. Number one on my funeral playlist, if I had one. It begins: Please remember me, fondly. And discusses the eloquent graffiti on the pearly gates: "We'll meet again." and "Fuck the Man." "Don't look down." Number two on my playlist would be that other Iron & Wine, Naked as we Came. I remember when he played that at the Folk Fest, and tears unabashedly dropped into my lap, I felt Warren's hand finding mine. And God I hope it is his job to sprinkle my ashes 'round the yard.
Today is Catherine's memorial service. She was a kind and witty person in my writing group who mostly had positive things to say, but if she had a criticism, she would always couch it in the self-deprecating pose of maybe there was something wrong with her in not understanding. I liked her very much. Though it is funny that for me, even when I like someone, it is enough to see them only every other Saturday, if that. Still it seems odd to have seen someone two months ago, laughing and discussing writing, and, now, to have that person gone, however distant they are to your every day life. She had a recurrence of her very aggressive lymphoma and we didn't even know.
So I will go to her service, and remember, and be respectful, and observe keenly what it is to lose someone suddenly.