The Passing of Mary Pocock On September 3rd, 2004 my aunt Mary passed on from this life. She was an incredible person, and the world is a lesser place in her absence. Her funeral was very touching. A celebration of her life, just as she wanted.
Before the actual ceremony there was a viewing room decorated with myriad Mary things. Her casket was a simple plain pine box, and art materials were provided for everyone to help decorate it. My cousin Emily took some nice photos.
Mary was an incredibly great person. The funeral made me very sad that she is gone, but it served as a good marking. I will forever remember all the great things that Mary was.
If I were to lift the poetry
from your heart
it would read like a Bach cantata,
where before it would have
syncopated and howled.
Where has the howling gone?
If I were to pick
flowers from your heart
they would echo
a meadow of silver, white yellow and green
with odd patches of red, blue and violet
in no fixed pattern (whatsoever)
If I were to sing
the song of our heart,
what would it say
about life everlasting?
August 12, 1952 – September 3, 2004
| That's really nice. |
I don't think I've ever heard anyone threaten to return from the spirit world and kick my ass, as any type of animal.
| I was a high school classmate with Mary in Ottawa.|
I remember her laugh ! and I remeber her kindness.
I only wiish that I could have known Mary as an artist, poet, and wonderful courageous woman she grew to beome.
| I just happened to Google Mary to see what came up, and your entry was at the top of the list. That's brilliant Dustin, and I'm touched that you took the time to craft this lovely tribute together for her. See you at soon I hope. |
| Hey Dustin,|
Was looking for a piece of Mary's writing and came upon your tribute. It's great. Mary would have loved the way it pops up first thing when she is googled.
See you in London maybe soon?
| Hey Dustin,|
I had no idea that you had done this, it is very nice. Although I must say that bottom picture creeps me out a bit!
| I was a very good friend of Mary's in high school at Immaculata - I just found about this now. I am so sorry to hear about Mary's passing. It's a shame people lose touch. She looked very happy and I am sure was a wonderful artist. Love to All Pat|
| Mary she was wonderful person, I had the pleasure|
to be her friend, I miss her
| I first met Mary when she was just a spring chicken - in 1972 when she was visiting Finland with her parents - but she turned out to be a good friend and a modest, non-confrontational woman with a wry intellect and a sense for a positive way to influence life around her. Later saw her in Vancouver where she was teaching handicraft marketing to the local Indians. Sad to hear she is no more - except in spirit and in some good memories that I have.|
| I just read about Mary in an article by her doctor, Mary Vachon. Mary's story, the description of her death and funeral, her poem were incredibly moving. What a blessing that her writing and art will always inspire people.|
| Mary was a dear friend of mine while we were at Sheridan College, School of Crafts and Design, in Port Credit Ontario. We lost touch when I moved back to the coast. I am saddened to know of Marys passing. She was a profoundly positive woman, always so full of life, so sweet and full of the wonderment of Art. I always found her inspiring and truly joyful, even when dealing with all of the health issues. A bright light has gone out and I will miss her.|
| Truly a beautiful memorial to Mary.|
| Mary and I became friends in university. She brightened my Mary and I met in university. We last saw each other soon thereafter in Vancouver and lost touch. She brightened my mind with her wit and wisdom and my heart with her warmth and charm. Would that I could have told her in person.|
Thank you Dustin.
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