we are in death. "A truer word was never said," continues Sabina, who I'll always see as Adrianne Davidson, who performed the role of the Eternal Other Woman in our high school production of The Skin of Our Teeth, a much shortened version of the too-long original play by Thornton Wilder. Although Wikipedia has forced me to pause for a moment as I fantasize about the 1942 Broadway version with Miss Tallulah Bankhead as Sabina, Frederick March as George Antrobus, and Montgomery Clift as Henry.
I quoted this line from the Book of Common Prayer (service for the dead) during our 8am zoomy sermon discussion group. These folks are such a saving grace for me. Anyway, we're all old. I'm second youngest. We had a great discussion circling around Gaye Lawson's sermon on fear and hope (bouncing off the Gospel reading, John 19-31). Part of the discussion was around death as we talked about a group member's learning that his senior living facility refuses to put information about clients' deaths in their in-house bulletin.
Mainstream American culture deals so poorly with death.
Last year around May 4th was the last time I saw Kathy. She was very calm about her approaching demise, one that she herself controlled. As my friend Lorna is.
I will take hope and inspiration from them.
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