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Memento mori

I think of myself as a guy that does best in periods of relative stability. I think it’s in my personality make up to resist change where possible. My life over the past few months has had this stability. I have my home life, and my work life, and all is well and good. That’s just how things have been. So, when something comes up that makes me have to rethink anything in my world, I sort of panic. I don’t necessarily freak out, but internally, I’m thinking “whoa…back up for a moment.”

ETA: Entry has to do with dealing with the idea of death. 

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June, the fearless

Activist Callwood dies at 82

I will be wholly honest and say that normally I wouldn’t have paid much attention to the passing of someone like Callwood. First of all, I really didn’t know who she was. I’m not one of those revolutionary activist types that keeps on top of these things (though maybe I should be, but I’m probably too selfish for that to ever work out). I would not have recognized the name at all until a few days ago.

I was watching The Hour (damn, when did I really start wanting to watch the CBC? Probably worth delving into another time…), and George was visiting her in her home. She was already close to death, but didn’t seem like it at all. She came across as lady who had seen it all (and she probably had) who still had much wisdom to impart to the world at large, and so still had to live on in order to do so. However, the whole interview felt so unreal. From what I recall, for most of the interview Strombo and June’s discussion revolved around her death. I mean, why shouldn’t it, no? However, there was such a matter-of-fact-ness to the way she was talking about it that it was almost like she had stripped death of any of its power. It’s like she grabbed the reaper by the nuts and told him that he will have no say over the rest of her life.

So, more than anything, I was so struck by her fearlessness. What freedom! Even though I don’t know much about her, that short 10 minute interview told me enough to know that June must have been a truly remarkable woman to be that fearless.

And now, she’s gone.

This is a quote from her interview (borrowed from the Star, borrowed from George…)

“What you get is a life. A baby is a miracle. You open a baby’s fist and they’ll close their hand on your hand and hold on. What they’ve got is a life to live as best as they can. That’s what you get. You don’t need anything else if you’ve got that.”

ETA: Well, it’s a little sad that I’m only learning about her work now, but at least the newscasts are informative about her.

I’m not dead yet

Since yesterday was my convocation, my mother decided to contact the church and have it offer one of the masses as a mass for thanksgiving. Fair enough. But really, how often do the living have something offered to them? It doesn’t happen often in my opinion. I really didn’t need a whole mass on a Sunday with me as an intention. So, anyway, during the mass, I was hoping that I wasn’t going to be mentioned. Seriously.

When it came to the part where there were prayers for the faithful, the intentions came and went, one by one, without a mention. I was relieved when they hit the names of the deceased, because that meant that they had gotten past the other intentions. That’s when it happened. They were praying for the souls of the members of the church who had passed on. I was listed.

I’m dead. Except that I’m not. I’m very much alive and well, thanks.

Someone behind the scenes must have thought that the mass offering was for someone dead, and not someone alive. I found it hilarious. Mom was all “what the….” Dad wasn’t paying attention. I explained it to him in the car, at which point he became livid and cursing anyone who may have been involved. Good show. You know, I really don’t need any correction made. It was a simple error. I don’t care. Let’s leave it at that. I found humour in the situation. My father wsa threatening to raise holy hell on the church. We got into a fight about it. Honestly, I don’t give two shits about it being wrong. Just because it was announced doesn’t mean that I’m suddenly going to get sick and die. Fuck it. It’s a mistake. Let it go. If I have, he should as well. Ugh!

So yeah, I’m not dead.

“Reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated”
-Mark Twain

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