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Tuesday, July 07, 2020
Nancy Kilpatrick Writer: Two weeks ago, my friend died. She didn't die of C...
Nancy Kilpatrick Writer: Two weeks ago, my friend died. She didn't die of C...: Two weeks ago, my friend died. She didn't die of COVID-19, she died from metastasized cancer, a melanoma that ultimately reached her b...
Two weeks ago, my friend died. She didn't die of COVID-19,
she died from metastasized cancer, a melanoma that ultimately reached her brain
causing lesions that required radiation.
I didn't post about this on social media because I thought, well, there
are only 2 people who are social-media friends who knew her and they know of her death.
At the news, I cried, of course. It's never easy to lose
someone in your life. I talked about her with a couple of people, briefly, with
one friend I said more. She was not one of my oldest friends, those I've known
for many decades, all of whom live elsewhere, but someone I met 5 or 6 years
ago at a dining group I joined, which she also attended. Although we were as
different as night (me) and day (her), she being fashionable, stylish,
visual, extraverted, lively, and me being, well, the opposite, she befriended me from the get-go.
I thought I'd coped fairly well with her death. I've known a lot of death from an early age.
It's never easy and somehow always shocking as if the invisible seam holding reality
together has split open revealing a different reality, one we know exists and
yet hope doesn't. I have a kind of radar that picks up on hints, kind of like second sight, meaning, it's
happened a lot that I've known in advance when someone was about to die, even
people who were not ill or in dire circumstances, or people I'd not seen or
heard from in ages. Blessing or curse?
My friend had cancer, her third bout with that disease. She
had been treated in the most modern ways with drugs specific to her system. In
the time I knew her, she went from closing out one cancer to the remission
stage and contracting another.
Yesterday was a horrible day for me. Everything piled up until I became overwhelmed. I managed to be sane enough to realize that there were 4
things tormenting me, plus two friends who I became worried about. I've been living in self-quarantine since
March and since I live alone, it's been hard. I try to talk or email regularly
with some friends, others it's more sporadic. But it's the 3-D experience I'm
missing, leaving me to feel as if I'm locked in solitary confinement. I posted my
emotional collapse on Facebook. Normally, I just ride things out, but the
pile-up got to me and with no one to talk to about it, I made a vague comment. 3 of the 4 things I cannot speak about because that would make the
situations worse.
Overnight, sleep and more rational thinking brought me to
realize that 2 of those 4 I can dispense with and just let them flow away from
my life. Sure, I take the hit, but at the same time, I will survive. And in the grand scheme of things, likely
they just won't matter that much down the road. The 3rd issue is big and has
been ongoing for months now, repeated
shocks to my system, yesterday's a double whammy when I naively thought the
problem on the verge of resolution. I have to find a way to get through that,
to deal with it, and my one advisor is down with an acute problem so I'm on my
own for a bit, struggling to not rush in like a fool, my usual reaction to extreme
stress, but what I'm trying to temper in my dotage, even though I suspect I
will end up with an ulcer or worse from this psyche-soma situation.
But, #4. That is the death of my friend. I really don't know
why I didn't mention this on Facebook. It might be because every day I read the
newsfeed and see the huge # of posts of grief and sadness of people losing
someone close to them, or some other catastrophe. I didn't want to add to that mound of human misery in a
time of so much fear and sadness. And, those who knew my friend already know of
her death.
But today I awoke thinking about her and crying in a
different way, and here's why. Her amazing
life, all the wonderful, giving, loving things she did, everything about her that's
external, what's in her obituary, that's
not what I'm feeling. I'm feeling the loss of someone who was kind to me. Who
loved me.
I have many friends of all different stripes. Some closer,
some not so close. But I have rarely had a friend who is absolutely non-judgemental.
Most people I've met in my life are judgemental, including me. We have strong
opinions, make judgments, like to apply our moral code to others. Some people
do this more often and more aggressively than others, of course, while others are more
subtle about it, but there are none I consider judgment-free, which I guess is
a judgment.
My friend who died was unique. She loved everyone. And she
loved gossip because she loved everyone and wanted to know people, and what we hide
is often the thing that makes us human in the eyes of others. But it also leads
to judgments and perhaps condemnation, which is why we hide. For my friend, she did not go that route. She
was one of the most positive, life-affirming people I've met. She never judged through the gossip but understood,
not in a way that made her self-effacing as with some people, or 'pious' as
with others, but she truly did not judge. It was as if she loved to build
mosaics and the more she knew of someone directly or indirectly, the more pieces
she could add to the mosaic that was a composite of that person. She saw the
mosaic of the person as wonderful, lovely, full and rich.
My friend liked me, loved me, and even admired me, which I
find leaves me feeling delicate. I am incredibly flawed, but she saw beyond my
flaws as good friends do, and loved and nurtured the wounded child in me. She was bias-free and therefore easy to
trust.
My friend had family, and many friends and a wide and varied
circle she traveled in. Still, we got together frequently apart from the food
group for lunches, to visit museums, art shows, she came to one of my book
launches. She introduced me to her University Women's Art Society, which
offers monthly talks by people in the arts and sciences, some well-known and/or famous in their field; I attended some, finding them refreshing and the varied
presentations fascinating. Then she introduced the Society to me by approaching
the committee and telling them they really needed to have me as a speaker. What did I talk about? Vampires. And, despite my reservations, the talk
was packed and I was invited to return sometime in the future.
My friend was generous with her time and her caring. She was
Jewish and frequented pretty much daily a Middle-Eastern cafe near her home for
her favorite coffee 'with warm milk, please', and a treat. She told me how much she liked the man who
ran the cafe and wanted to support this small business venture. Often when we
met for lunch or anything else we did she would bring me a treat from that
cafe, or something she had baked. She laughed a lot, about everything,
including herself. There are so many experiences going through my mind and I
could go on and on, but I won't. Just to
say that while she was younger than me, she felt like a mother to me,
unconditional love plus lots of encouragement.
There were signs that things weren't going well, even as
long as a year ago. She loved to walk
and would walk for 1 or 2 hrs. from her home to meet me at a resto. She was
always never more than 5 or 10 minutes late. But last year, I waited an hour
for her at a resto she had wanted to visit. I left her cellphone messages she did
not respond to. When she finally arrived,
she looked frazzled. It was a hot day so at first, I didn't think much about it
until she told me she had walked the wrong way and when she realized it, had to
walk back the same distance. This was very unlike her. A warning flag went up for me, one that I
carefully tucked to the back of mind.
There were no other incidents until January 27th, the last time we got
together, though I saw her at the other end of the table at the exceptionally-large
food group in early March, just days before our COVID lockdown.
January 27th we went to a new food court in the Eaton Centre
called Time Out. It's an upscale food emporium with dozens of high-end
restaurants having small spaces to make a limited gourmet menu. It was huge,
chaotic and while 90% of the seating was at high tables on stools and high
chairs, we found the one long table at regular height and wedged ourselves
in. Her hearing had been going for decades
and she wore hearing aids, but she couldn't hear me there. After, we searched
for a nice cafe for coffee, but alas, there were none and we finally ended up
in the metro near the entrance at a Second Cup. I always asked about her
treatments and whenever she had visited the doctor for tests, the results, which came
back pretty good. This time she said the
results weren't great and she'd be seeing the doctor again, possibly for new
treatments. She was on chemo and had many side effects to deal with but was
still extremely positive.
We emailed regularly from February onward, checking up on
each other. But when I asked about her condition, her news was not improving. Then, I received a strange email from her,
with a picture of one of her grandchildren. I wasn't sure what the odd message
meant and wrote to ask. She wrote back confessing that she was having problems
and couldn't think properly and was sending things to the wrong people and knew
she wasn't making sense. I wrote back,
she wrote back, and because she was upset I asked if I could call her. I knew
she didn't like to do the phone because of her hearing issues and when she
wrote back she said she wouldn't be able to hear me. Shortly after, a long email came to her
closest friends, and I guess I was one of them. She wrote it with the help of
her husband. It explained her condition and what the doctor had told her—she
had 3 months to live. She was hoping for a miracle. So was I and, I imagine, all her friends and
family. That emailed promised she with her husband's help would send an email
weekly updating everyone on her condition. The following week, no email arrived,
and I understood what that meant. I was not surprised to learn of her death.
There is a finality with death and yet our thoughts and
feelings about the person gone do not end. We carry them with us and are forced
to survive on the memories and struggle to make those concrete to make up for
the empty space in the 'real' world. But the memories never quite match what
was the reality that will be no more.
I didn't realize I was so broken by her death. I thought my
initial crying for one night and part of one day was it. I went on after that
with thoughts occasionally but no more tears. This, like so many deaths, was
now in the past. And yet yesterday's pileup, exacerbated by COVID's emotional
rollercoaster, brought me to awareness again of what I've lost. I know she went
quickly, surrounded by the love of her family. I've been in touch with her
daughter, and not yet with her husband who doesn't want to answer a lot of
phone calls right now.
Losing her is like losing a mother. Support. Unconditional
love. Fun times. Sweetness. Caring. Admiration. Someone who loved me, warts and
all and, strangely, conveyed that she was proud of me. I'm still humbled by and
in awe of her.
If there is a hereafter, she is winging her way there,
optimistically, hopefully, adventurously, ready to accept whatever it is for
what it is. I am so grateful that in my last email to her I told her how much she
has meant to me. This is the type of message one would convey to someone on
their deathbed. I sent the email a week before she died. I didn't hear back, of
course. Sometime soon after she fell and had then been in hospice for 3 or 4
days.
Such a beautiful human being. I miss you. The world misses your lovely spirit. Annette, I know you will R.I.P. But if you're on another adventure, I wish you, my friend, with much love, un très bon voyage.
Tuesday, June 09, 2020
Nancy Kilpatrick Writer: ORIGINAL VS. REMAKES...PONDERING FILMS #1 in a p...
Nancy Kilpatrick Writer: ORIGINAL VS. REMAKES...
PONDERING FILMS
#1 in a p...: ORIGINAL VS. REMAKES... PONDERING FILMS #1 in a potential blog series Recently I watched MEET JOE BLACK on Netflix and because I don...
PONDERING FILMS
#1 in a p...: ORIGINAL VS. REMAKES... PONDERING FILMS #1 in a potential blog series Recently I watched MEET JOE BLACK on Netflix and because I don...
ORIGINAL VS. REMAKES...
PONDERING FILMS
#1 in a potential blog series
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PONDERING FILMS
#1 in a potential blog series
Recently I watched MEET JOE BLACK on Netflix and because I
don't usually read reviews before watching a movie but I do read synopses and
might view trailers, I didn't know in advance that this movie was a modern remake of DEATH
TAKES A HOLIDAY. I saw the 1930s movie
decades ago during a phase when I was enamored with black and white cinema. As I watched MEET JOE BLACK, I was reminded of
the b&w film DEATH TAKES A HOLIDAY, and decided to rewatch that early movie but found only a crappy copy on YouTube.
Still, it was worth the refresher. Later, I was checking out one of the actors on IMDB and discovered another DEATH TAKES A HOLIDAY, a TV movie from the 1970s which I didn't know about so I
watched that as well on YouTube. (I noticed that there were TV shows or episodes but didn't watch those.)
This is something I tend to do a lot, mostly because if I've seen the original film or an older version of a more current movie, I normally don't have much recall about the whole of it, just a feeling, and flashes of independent scenes that have lingered in my brain. But I find it kind of fun to look at the major versions and within their various contexts, compare. So, here goes:
SOURCE MATERIAL
Death Takes a Holiday is based on a 1924 Italian play (La Morte in Vacanza) written by Alberto Casella (1891-1957), adapted in English for Broadway in 1929 by Walter Ferris. Amazon has the play here:
Death Takes a Holiday. A Comedy in Three Acts
This is something I tend to do a lot, mostly because if I've seen the original film or an older version of a more current movie, I normally don't have much recall about the whole of it, just a feeling, and flashes of independent scenes that have lingered in my brain. But I find it kind of fun to look at the major versions and within their various contexts, compare. So, here goes:
SOURCE MATERIAL
Death Takes a Holiday is based on a 1924 Italian play (La Morte in Vacanza) written by Alberto Casella (1891-1957), adapted in English for Broadway in 1929 by Walter Ferris. Amazon has the play here:
Death Takes a Holiday. A Comedy in Three Acts
THE MAIN THEME
Death cannot figure out why mortals cling to
life. The Grim Reaper takes 3 days off to become human and check it out. Everybody tells Thanatos that love is the thing.
THE FILMS
DEATH TAKES A HOLIDAY - 1934 - This black and white film stars
Fredric March as Prince Sirki/Death. Stylish in the mode of the day, with
allusions to Nazi Germany, it's packed with old-school philosophy which
Death as the Prince and later as himself is happy to dispense. Beautiful costumes, a crowd of wealthy people
on holiday at a lovely estate. Grazia (Evelyn Venable) is psychically inclined,
in love with the mysterious and ultimately dumps her boyfriend and falls for
Death as he falls for her. Only the estate owner knows that the Prince is Death but
is forced to tell the other guests when Grazia's life is on the line. But Death,
vocalizing more philosophy which includes a bit of a rant about his eternal
pain and how can humanity's petty concerns and grievances possibly compare, is seemingly understood by the guests yet they do not agree with him. Still, he takes Grazia with him into the otherworld because he wants
her, and she wants to go.
DEATH TAKES A HOLIDAY - 1971 - Monte Markham stars as David
Smith/Death. It's a 70s-style movie with an expectation of disco music permeating the film. It doesn't, but there is one extremely long motorboat race that has a
lot of whurring sounds accompanying it. The wealthy Chapman family is
reminiscent of the Kennedy clan and their tragedies. The youngest, prettiest
daughter Peggy is a daredevil, played by Yvette Mimieux, who drowns at the
beginning of the movie, yet doesn't because Death is at the start of his 3-day human experience and rescues her because no one can die while he's on vacation.
Meanwhile, during Death's holiday, bodies are piling up on Earth but the
Chapman's on the island retreat they own are unaware of this most of the film. The
senior dad, Judge Earl Chapman, is played by Melvyn Douglas. Chapman is ready and not
ready to die. Through various illnesses, he now recognizes Death—he's seen him waiting in the wings during several strokes he's suffered. He insists Death should take him instead
of daughter Peggy. But Death--who talks concepts that go over the
heads of this family, including Peggy's cousin who is in love with her—says he
doesn't have the power to do a switch.
Only mom, Selena Chapman, played by Myrna Loy looking very Rose Kennedy,
understands that Peggy has to have this complete soul-connection love. Death wants Peggy and Peggy wants Death so he
takes her with him because she wants to go.
MEET JOE BLACK - 1998
- Brad Pitt stars as Joe Black/Death, and I think this is a great spin on the
character, reminiscent of the attractive Greek youth of demise, Thanatos. This is a modern story, Death here to take William Parrish—perfectly portrayed by Anthony Hopkins—on his 65th birthday. Parrish heads an enormous newspaper empire. Joe is a real person who meets Parrish's daughter Susan (Claire
Forlani) at a coffee shop and while they are attracted to one another, they
part and, unknown to her, he is hit by a
car. Death instantly grabs his body and visits William Parrish and they cut a deal. For 3 days Death will be by the side of
Parrish to learn why life is so damned precious. They have a sort of fun
relationship and there is black/Black humor to be had. Ultimately Black/Death
falls for Susan and she falls for him but her dad—who has accepted his own impending demise—doesn't like this relationship
and confronts Death with solid heart and sound philosophical reasons why it's
wrong to take Susan too. Death thinks about this. Meanwhile, Death helps
Parrish sort out his messy business and the swindler who made it that way before
leading him beyond the veil. Death reveals his true self to Susan and
Forlani's acting in this bit is nothing short of brilliant. She will go with him but ultimately, Death takes the high
road and allows the distraught, grieving-for-lost-love Susan to live...and returns unharmed 'Joe',
the body he 'borrowed', so the two can start over from the coffee
shop meeting.
MY FAVORITE
Of the 3 films, it's a tossup for me between DEATH TAKES A
HOLIDAY 1934 and MEET JOE BLACK 1998. I
like them both a lot. Despite 63 years between these films shot in and reflecting differing film styles and the societal norms of their eras, each is terrific and Death in both is an intriguing character. Death reveals his true
identity to the female of choice and the reactions are fascinating. DEATH TAKES
A HOLIDAY 1971 feels shallow to me, Death wooden. I cannot see the chemistry between
David/Death and Peggy. It is definitely
there in the other two films. I mean, come on! Death is a cold, jaded character
and needs something pretty astounding to pierce that otherworldly dark armor, and
while Mimieux is cute and perky, I don't see her longing as in the other two
versions. Maybe the director thought 'cute' would be enough, but that does not cut it for me. Peggy likes to explore new and dangerous adventures and I kept wondering how
soon she will be 'over' Death and that eternal relationship in the hereafter. I also like the
dialogue in the 1934 and 1998 films, which touches on the profound. 1971 reeks of the '70s era approach that I find annoying (and this is me, who had a relatively good time in the '70s!). The fact that weighty monologues fly over the heads of most
of the Chapman clan speaks volumes about both the film and the decade.
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Sunday, May 31, 2020
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Friday, February 21, 2020
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