Two thousand eight has started well for me, as years go. Lots of work to do — interesting work too. I’ve a least little time each week to spend with family and friends, the weather has been mellow, I’m feeling healthy…. Things are good.
Yet I keep feeling that I’m surrounded by images of death. The 22-year-old daughter of friends is killed, apparently by her boyfriend. A close family friend is hospitalized with a brain hemorrage, and her children are told to fly home to say goodbye. The next selection for my book group is The Gathering, a novel that centers on the funeral of a young Irish man who committed suicide. I buy a book of essays (Best American Essays 2006), and most of them seem to deal with death of a loved one.
Yesterday, I heard that Heath Ledger had died. I’ve always liked Ledger’s acting, and I’m looking forward to The Dark Knight, but I’ve never been a starstruck fan. All the same, the news of his death hit me hard. It seemed like yet another example of this month, this year, being all about death and dying.
Of course I realize that there’s nothing to this perceived trend. There’s just as much life around me as death. For some reason, my brain has become stuck in a mode of noticing death, putting extra emphasis on it. It’s a self-fulfilling cycle, and it’s bringing me down.
But I have decided to get out of this mental rut, to focus on life and the living. As my model, I look to Abe Vigoda. He’s a fine character actor, but more importantly, he’s still alive.
Mr. Vigoda was erroneously reported to be dead in 1982 by People magazine. Since then, his continued existence has been a source of humor.
But for me, he’s now also a symbol of continued perseverence and on-going life force. Go, Fish!
I think that the tarot card Death refers to change as much as mortality. The early changes in this new year would reflect this notion.
I’m glad to hear Abe is still alive. Even more glad to know that My Brilliant Mistakes is, too — thanks for the alert to your new locale!
Oh, cripes, C. I’m sorry to hear about your personal stories. I applaud you for focusing on the good/living after the last few weeks, but I’m sure it’s tough to do under the circumstances. Fish, we need you!
I agree, too, with Brother A. I have a dream interpretation book –yes, yes I do – it has pretty cool pictures if nothing else– and it does refer to Death/death symbolizing change.
There’s no way that Tessio is still alive. I know he asked Tom Hagan to get him off the hook, for old time’s sake, but I heard Hagan say, “Can’t do it, Sally” as plain as day. He got whacked, I tell you. WHACKED. He sleeps with the fishes.
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