"When things got pretty dire for her, I had all these intense ideas in my head: we would read Rilke novels and watch Bergman films. I said: 'Mom if you want to talk about any of this . . .' and she said, 'No, I want to give you a foot kiss'. So I knew this experience was going to be about foot kisses rather than Rilke."
—Rufus Wainright discusses the passing of his mother, Kate McGarrigle. This article also includes reminiscences from Martha Wainwright and Anna McGarrigle.
Still very shaken about this. Perhaps one has little right to personalize an Art Death so. Perhaps one learns a lot in doing it.
Love over and over.
She told me not to cry and of course I cried. I’m still crying. I think I’ll cry every day for the rest of my life.
The passing of Kate McGarrigle leaves a gigantic hole in music. No one can step in and do that–not Feist, certainly not Avril Lavigne, not even Tegan and Sara. I was a wreck about this Tuesday, and now again. G-d rest her.
The Montreal Gazette set up this mini-portal for a condolences book, pictures, stories, and donations to the Kate McGarrigle Cancer Fund here.
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http://www.montrealgazette.com/news/kate-mcgarrigle/index.html
You Canadians are adorable in your grief.
Americans are not so. We tend to smear our grief with sickly sweet media jams that go on and on and on to the point of annoying distraction.