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A somber day. The funeral of a friend is never a 'happy happy joy joy' experience. Nightambre, ElectricSoup... you two likely remember the BIG guy that came over to Nightambre's for gaming once, his name was Jason. His mother, an immensely talented pianist and real rapscallion, died this past Saturday morning, following a ... rapid decline due to (in Jason and my opinion, as well as others) the incompetence of her doctor. (Rather than go through the 'bother' of prescribing kidney dialysis for a woman who's 'old anyway', his educated opinion was 'drink more water'. Her health failed so rapidly there was no -time- to get a second opinion, and then the doubleshot of heart attacks finished the job for him.)
Jason is... highly sucessful with the brave front. As much as I grieve for Mary's passing, I worry about Jason, who's no longer appearing on my mental radar. That... is generally a bad thing. There are folks who read here (at least I like to think they read o.O ) that know him... just keep an eye on him, please? Danke.
The service was fitting, I think. One of Mary's former students and friends had, back in the late 80's, done a professional recording with her on piano accompanying him on violin; Felix Mendelssohn's Violin Concerto in E Minor, Opus 64. It's a beautiful, powerful piece, that gave rise to comments about Mary and her legendary sense of humor. Everyone present seemed to agree that her comment would've been ~Oh, Christ... you can't find anyone else to play? I have to play my own funeral?!~, along with the quirky smile and amused glint in her eyes. The rest of the music was done by another of her former students, now a Minister of Music down in Virginia. She will be greatly missed... she was, to quote an overheard comment after, 'a hoot and a half'.
Given the sobernes of the morning, on top of the rain and the joys it brings arthritic old me, my mood's not the most cheerful. Mary was the only 'adult' (she was of an age with my maternal grandmother) that knew about me... and it never phased her. She shrugged it off and commented that I was 'good people, and good for Jason', and that that was all that mattered. And having made it through the service, and the brunch after, and done my best to be solid and supportive for Jas... now that I'm home, I'm weepy as all hell. She once stood on a chair and looked me in the eyes and said "You're daft!" in response to a political comment. I looked back at her and said "So're you. We agree on something." "All right then. Er... help me down?" *soft chuckle* She was a character. I think Jason' would've flipped utterly had he come into the kitchen for that. :p
Well, I'm offline at the moment, and need to go pick up Megan at work. *swaps phone cords to see if the DSL's live again* Once she's done ... WOW! The DSL works again. Okay, so I'm ONline. And can post this now.
*hugs*
~Ellie-chan
Jason is... highly sucessful with the brave front. As much as I grieve for Mary's passing, I worry about Jason, who's no longer appearing on my mental radar. That... is generally a bad thing. There are folks who read here (at least I like to think they read o.O ) that know him... just keep an eye on him, please? Danke.
The service was fitting, I think. One of Mary's former students and friends had, back in the late 80's, done a professional recording with her on piano accompanying him on violin; Felix Mendelssohn's Violin Concerto in E Minor, Opus 64. It's a beautiful, powerful piece, that gave rise to comments about Mary and her legendary sense of humor. Everyone present seemed to agree that her comment would've been ~Oh, Christ... you can't find anyone else to play? I have to play my own funeral?!~, along with the quirky smile and amused glint in her eyes. The rest of the music was done by another of her former students, now a Minister of Music down in Virginia. She will be greatly missed... she was, to quote an overheard comment after, 'a hoot and a half'.
Given the sobernes of the morning, on top of the rain and the joys it brings arthritic old me, my mood's not the most cheerful. Mary was the only 'adult' (she was of an age with my maternal grandmother) that knew about me... and it never phased her. She shrugged it off and commented that I was 'good people, and good for Jason', and that that was all that mattered. And having made it through the service, and the brunch after, and done my best to be solid and supportive for Jas... now that I'm home, I'm weepy as all hell. She once stood on a chair and looked me in the eyes and said "You're daft!" in response to a political comment. I looked back at her and said "So're you. We agree on something." "All right then. Er... help me down?" *soft chuckle* She was a character. I think Jason' would've flipped utterly had he come into the kitchen for that. :p
Well, I'm offline at the moment, and need to go pick up Megan at work. *swaps phone cords to see if the DSL's live again* Once she's done ... WOW! The DSL works again. Okay, so I'm ONline. And can post this now.
*hugs*
~Ellie-chan