Planet
Earth is blue
And
there's nothing I can do.
~Space
Oddity, David Bowie
Life is full of death. I
think when we are very young, it's actually more normal. We accept death
with a shrug and a request for more juice. I remember when Will's Aunt
Ginger died. He was matter of fact about it. We'd be going
somewhere and he'd announce that Aunt
Gin won't be there BECAUSE SHE DIED. And when my dad passed away, he
announced, “You don’t have a dad anymore BECAUSE
HE DIED.” It sounded harsh and almost mean to my ears, but to a young
child it was matter of fact; she really won't be there because she really is
dead and I really didn’t have a dad anymore because he really did die.
Sadly, we’ve experienced more
death this year. This year brought the death of one phenomenal man, two
spectacularly beautiful women, and one David Bowie. There were others
that passed away as well, of course, and some I’m sure just as important, but
to me, Monty, my two ladies and David Bowie were those that I did not want to
do without.
Saw you
watching from the stairs
Your'e
everyone who ever cared.
~John,
I'm Only Dancing, David Bowie
When my father remarried, my
family hit a double jackpot: Molly to be a friend, confidant, step-mom, and
grandmother; and her mother, Mary Beth, to be an inspiration, treasure, and
great grandmother. Mary Beth sent a book when I had Signa, over 13 years
ago. The book wasn’t a children’s book, but it was. The CD wasn’t a
children’s CD, but it was. It was about living beautifully and that is
what Mary Beth did. It is called, “I Hope You Dance” by Lee Ann Womack
(lyrics below) and she did for 93 years with a smile that was contagious.
She was there for Molly and me when my dad died and she was there with her
unbelievable strength and wisdom ever after. Here
is her obituary and all I can really add to it is that she is very
missed by the Mascot family, who loved her very much.
As we get older it gets more
difficult. We see the sad that death leaves behind in others. We
see the difficult lives that exist with the absences death creates. The
children without the mom; the mom without the children. They now have to
exist separately and they don't know how because they were defined by those
relationships. It’s been almost a year that I’ve watched Alison be
without Monty. It’s a hard thing to see and not be able to do a damned
thing about. Last February, a beautiful strong family lost their father
and husband. Monty was like a brother in-law to me. I loved watching him
grow up and I loved trying to follow in his and Alison's footsteps in raising
our children. And I loved him. His loud booming voice that I once heard from
down the street of our house. His smile and joyous greeting. He's the only
person I've ever known who, with his big grin greeting of, "Hey,
Deb!" could make me feel like a million dollars. His hand talking and
explanations growing in volume and intensity with every word. I feel like the
luckiest person to have known him for almost 30 years. He will be in our hearts
and our memories until the end of time. He was THAT important.
I watch
the ripples change their size
But
never leave the stream
~Changes,
David Bowie
In December, we lost our
beloved Louise Mariani. She shared the last few years of her life with us
and for that I’ll always be grateful. I found her when researching the
Mariani family of my childhood and she fast became part of the Conner-Mascot
family. We were lucky to be able to celebrate her 100th birthday and 101st birthdays with her, singing and
laughing the whole way. I think one of my favorite stories of Louise will
be my last conversation with her. “Well, Debbie. Today they brought
me a wheelchair. I just keep going. Next thing you know, they’ll just
carry my head around on a platter.”
As you age even further, you
see not only the absences left behind but also your own mortality.
Someday that will be me and what things will I have left undone? What
will I leave behind? Will I have mattered?
Ziggy
played guitar.
~Ziggy
Stardust, David Bowie
This is where David Bowie's
death is a great lesson to us adults. He can't be dead. My kids
know David Bowie, but I don't know if they really knew he was still alive until
he died. He was like Beethoven and the Beatles to them. Always
there, always good, and always still going. And his death actually CAN'T
stop that. David Bowie, like the Beatles and Ramones and even Beethoven,
are still there on the playlists. They are on the radio, on Pandora
stations, and on TV, and in commercials. They are still there. And
always will be. Just like dancing will make me think of Mary Beth and
laughing will make me think of Louise and Alison will make me think of Monty
and tape players hanging from car ashtrays will make me think of David Bowie.
Wham
bam thank you Ma'am!
~Suffragette
City, David Bowie
A common theme throughout my
teen years was whatever crappy tape player I had hanging from the ashtray of
whatever crappy car I had. I would put in a tape and play it over and
over again for days, weeks, months. The other tapes would be in the car
somewhere, but it was easier to just leave one in and keep it going. I
would play the same one over and over and over again. So much so that
even today, 30 years later, I can still hear the beginning of the next song
when the song before is ending.
Loves
to be loved,
loves
to be loved
~The
Jean Genie, David Bowie
David Bowie's ChangesOne was
one of these tapes. I actually had a store-bought pre-recorded tape of
this. I don't know where I got it, but likely from Tower, as that is
where all music came from those days. Or maybe just somewhere in Hally’s
room. Anyway, it would play over and over in my car-- the giant yellow
beast or the white Toyota or the light blue Pinto-- one of those or all of
them. We played it over and over, just hitting Eject and flipping the tape endlessly.
In the
year of the scavenger,
the
season of the bitch
~Diamond
Dogs, David Bowie
I remember that David Bowie
could be played in my car no matter who was piled inside. My rock 'n' roll
friends, my mod friends, my punk friends, my whoever they wanted to be that
week friends-- any one. David Bowie spanned all ages and genres. And he
still does. Just like dancing, laughing, Monty, Mary Beth and Louise span
all ages and all generations.
You
can't get enough,
But
enough ain't the test.
~Rebel
Rebel, David Bowie
And now they are gone. I
guess. But when I really stop and think,are they actually any more gone
for me this week than last week? This year than last? I still have
Bowie’s songs on my playlist. He still frequents my Pandora station,
television, commercials and the radio. I still have dancing and I still
have laughing ala Mary Beth and Louise and I still have Monty’s friends, Alison
and the girls to keep Monty going. So are they gone if they are still
here still doing their thing?
Scanning
life through the picture window
She
finds the slinky vagabond
~Young
Americans, David Bowie
The big great thing is that
theyweregreater than and bigger than life itself. I guess the real only
difference is that no matter what party I go to, David Bowie, Monty, Mary Beth, and
Louise for sure, absolutely, positively will not be there BECAUSE THEY DIED.
Just like I will for sure, absolutely, positively, still hear the chords of Ziggy Stardust before the end of Changes.
Fame,
Could
it be the best, could it be?
~Fame,
David Bowie
There is no end. So
nothing to be sad about. Just keep hearing the beginning of the next song
before this one ends and keep doing what you do best so that you can never
really be gone, too.
In
walked luck and you looked in time
Never
look back, walk tall, act fine.
~Golden
Years, David Bowie
---
I Hope You Dance” by Lee Ann
Womack
I hope you never lose your sense
of wonder,
You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger,
May you never take one single breath for granted,
GOD forbid love ever leave you empty handed,
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens,
Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.
You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger,
May you never take one single breath for granted,
GOD forbid love ever leave you empty handed,
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens,
Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.
I hope you dance....I hope you
dance.
I hope you never fear those
mountains in the distance,
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Livin' might mean takin' chances but they're worth takin',
Lovin' might be a mistake but it's worth makin',
Don't let some hell bent heart leave you bitter,
When you come close to sellin' out reconsider,
Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Livin' might mean takin' chances but they're worth takin',
Lovin' might be a mistake but it's worth makin',
Don't let some hell bent heart leave you bitter,
When you come close to sellin' out reconsider,
Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.
I hope you dance....I hope you
dance.
I hope you dance....I hope you dance.
I hope you dance....I hope you dance.
(Time is a wheel in constant motion always rolling us along,
Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder where those years have gone.)
I hope you still feel small when
you stand beside the ocean,
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens,
Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens,
Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.
Dance....I hope you dance.
I hope you dance....I hope you dance.
I hope you dance....I hope you dance..
I hope you dance....I hope you dance.
I hope you dance....I hope you dance..
(Time is a wheel in constant motion always rolling us along
Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder where those years have gone)
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