I became insane with long intervals of horrible sanity. Edgar Allen Poe
The trouble with fighting for human freedom is that one spends most of one's time defending scoundrels. For it is against scoundrels that oppressive laws are first aimed, and oppression must be stopped at the beginning if it is to be stopped at all. - H. L. Mencken Many people would sooner die than think; In fact, they do so -Bertrand Russell What I have been telling you, from alpha to omega, what is the one great thing the sigil taught me — that everything in life is miraculous. For the sigil taught me that it rests within the power of each of us to awaken at will from a dragging nightmare of life made up of unimportant tasks and tedious useless little habits, to see life as it really is, and to rejoice in its exquisite wonderfulness. If the sigil were proved to be the top of a tomato-can, it would not alter that big fact, nor my fixed faith. No Harrowby, the common names we call things by do not matter — except to show how very dull we are ... -James Branch Cabell
2002-04-05 - 1:54 a.m. My phone rang a little before 2 this morning. The doctor from the emergency room called to tell me that my father had died. It was cardiac arrest and painless. The first thing I did this morning was arrange for the funeral. Dan Bern once talked about how he realized that he and his generation were the grown-ups when they had to arrange a funeral. I don't feel like a grown-up now. I feel like a child who is crying. My sister Sue and her husband Mike flew in from Dallas and Alison drove down from New Paltz. I am so happy they are here with my mother and me. I'd like to thank those of you who wrote me or left notes or signed my guestbook or sent your love in your own diary. I came online a couple of times today just to read them. I knew that you would come through. I spoke to Lauren today. I was afraid it might be awkward but it wasn't. She knew my father better than any of my friends but Aubrey. I spoke to Aubrey too of course. He felt good that he got to see my father not to long ago in the nursing home. Tomorrow so many of my friends will be at the funeral to give me their support. We are having my father cremated. That was his wish and we are abiding with it. We are going to scatter his ashes at the airport; he loved to travel. Of course I'd like to thank Carey who is always there for me in my time of need. She called me first thing in morning and I called her tonight. She wrote in her diary of hugs and stupid words, like they are nothing. They help so much. I was even able to laugh tonight talking to her. Laughter is the best medicine. Alison, Sue, and I are saying the eulogies. I wasn't going to write mine out but I ended up doing it anyway. I figured it would make a good entry. Here it is:
When I tried to get some sleep after hearing the news about dad I put on Beethoven's Missus Solemnis. This was so appropriate. I learned to love classical music from my father. At first my thoughts went to Mozart's Requiem and Siegfried's Funeral from Gotterdammerung, Wagner was my father's favorite composer. I signed the Pro-Truth Pledge: please hold me accountable.
Memories: Not that Horrid Song - May 29, 2018
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