In Memory of Marin

December 25, 2011

Christmas 2011

Filed under: marin — Steve @ 12:14 am

We’re missing you my love!

September 10, 2011

9/10

Filed under: marin — Steve @ 1:46 pm

Here we are at the saddest day of the year, again. I’ve spent most of yesterday and today going over family footage from Sask and Toronto just before we moved to Regina. This is the first time I’ve had the strength to look at the footage since 2004. I’ve been soooo unable to go through the emotional wrench needed to look at those tapes. A really bitter sweet experience. It was really nice to see you and Rene joking around again. My eyes are swollen from the tears and my stomach wrenched from sobbing but I’ve been able to throw together some of the footage to share with your friends: Santa Clause Parade in Toronto right outside our Christie house, hanging at the house just before Christmas, Athabasca Graduation, Pocoloco Dance team and the funeral. I’ll also be loading up the footage of the First Recipient of the Marin Rumbelow Fine Art Award and the audio recording of the CBC Award-Winning Radio Documentary about you by Bridget Keating.

It’s been stunning to look at your face and see you joking around again which is wonderful but I’ve been feeling guilty about not cutting together these items sooner… so even though they are not great editing (the most I could do is throw them together) they have both warmed my heart and made me confront more grief.

Rene’s lovely Karmyn, your niece was born on the 9th. A reminder of the circle of life from “upstairs” once again. Always a time for joyful celebration mixed with tender grief. Salt and Honey.

It’s all good. My dearest.

July 21, 2011

Marin’s 22nd Birthday

Filed under: marin — Steve @ 1:25 am

To Marin –

Okay so for this Birthday, like most of the others, a dinner and party and all your favorite food, drink and distilled poisons… grin. I talk to you most days and feel you present from time to time and then there are the messages I get from you through our friends. There is one of a couple of events that I’d like to share with your friends as confirmation of your continued existence that I have not shared outside of Rachel and your siblings. I ache for you at times, my angel, darling, best friend and loyal loving daughter. The dysfunction and lack of respect for the organized world has never really gone away but my love for life has returned and my mind’s-eye sense of your presence remains.

To Marin’s friends -
I have not reported this event publicly nor would I wish to be seen as delusional with parental grief or overcome by wishful thinking… this series of events can be verified by Linda and Bob Mullen, my wonderful wife Rachel, Rick Tilson and others. My reason for telling this story now is that I feel as Marin’s friends are developing in life that it will serve them well to know it and I must confess a sense of “encouragement” from Marin to give the story light. It is not an easy thing to offer in public and private elements of the story are withheld for Marin’s sake but it clearly addresses one of the most often asked human questions.

It is something that is called in paranormal events, a “Cross Correspondence”. Cross Correspondences are accepted by unbiased members of the academic community as the closest thing to actual proof of conscious existence beyond clinical death. It was first observed in the late 19th Century at the prestigious Ecole Polytechnic in France. Since that time this category of event has challenged skeptics and a satisfactory mundane explanation of cross correspondences has never been found.

It is very difficult to recount this in public and really I only recount it now because so many of her friends have mentioned the feeling of her presence with us… I felt this story should be available to you because I found it actually helped me with some kind of healing.

When the Police woke me up in the early hours of the morning of September 16th to get me to come and identify the mind crushing remains of Marin’s poor corpse I had one image of Marin as I was waking which was of her in the dark looking up at headlights. When the police introduced themselves I knew the worst but refused to believe it until, at the morgue, the police asked me to identify Marin by looking at her right hand. Following Marin’s death (and that waking dream) I thought she would connect with me… for the longest time I was expecting some kind of contact from Marin but none came… although friends had dreams and events and often reported messages accompanying the perfume of roses from Marin. Over a year later, whilst investigating the field of Binaural Beats with the Munroe Institute for the “Beyond” series we (Rachel and I) tried out one of their exercises that was supposed to grant us whatever we wished to manifest. I asked for some kind of reassurance that Marin was happy and safe and, most of all, was free of any kind of spiritual predators. Rick was leading the event and after he found out what I was manifesting he said these wishes manifest in up to 10 days. “This one is a little complex so it might take 10 days.” Ten nights later I dreamed that I met Marin at an airport. Her golden hair was a beautiful white and she was wearing a French Beret. She was laughing and majestic… seeming to me to be both fulfilled and matured while not losing any of her younger sense of fun. I spent all night in that dream and every time I woke up I went back to it. She introduced me to her new friends. We played games, visited places, partied and had great fun for hours. Eventually she led me back to the airport and just before we parted she confessed to me something that her mother had done in life that really distressed her but that she had never told me about. This something might have been considered tough love but certainly would have caused Marin some embarrassment to tell me when she was alive. Then I woke up feeling very reassured. I remembered her story and next day called both Linda and another friend of hers who was very close to her to ask if they knew about this event. As I was telling Linda the story she finished it for me. When I was telling her other friend she interrupted me and said “Marin said she never told you that story.” They were both surprised to discover that I knew about the event because Marin had told them categorically not to tell me about it. There was no way I could have invented or guessed at this incredibly personal and bizarre event. So, Marin had figured out the way to make sure I would not think the dream was just wishful thinking. She knew my need to verify paranormal events. To prove them or disprove them without value judgments one way or the other.

There have been more events which have confirmed Marin’s continued existence for me but none so conclusive. Certainly after directing 52 episodes of “Beyond” I find it hard NOT to believe in life after death. So now, today, I decided that despite the possibility of offending the rigid thinkers, skeptics and “stick-butts” to tell Marin’s friends and siblings all that she really is still with us… she really loves life and really wants us all to be happy… she also hopes you never forget her… because that makes her sad.

Happy Birthday my darling darling girl. If you were here now I’m sure you’d be working on the “Malevolence” film with me… partying with fireworks on your Birthday and then in a few weeks all of us heading down South for a vacation to remember before starting in on the next picture in Louisiana. Although not physically here it helps to know you are sometimes walking beside us here in spirit.

With deep love, tears and smiles,

Your PoPo.

May 23, 2011

Start of Summer

Filed under: marin — Steve @ 12:29 pm

Fire up the Bar-B. Mix the Margaritas. Put on some nice Summer tunes… “Sleepwalk”, “Under the Boardwalk”, “Your Song”… GLITCH… “Your Song” …back come the tears… the wish that you were here to sit back and enjoy life. Shit. Went up looking for a bit of support from an anonymous source but it seems that all the grieving parent sites have to offer is God. Not that I don’t believe but I don’t see God as a form of solace or solution in this problem. Those sites look to me like they are trolling for people in crisis for vulnerable converts. Not my bag. There were a couple of interesting thoughts though…

1) There are widows, widowers and orphans but there’s no word for a parent who’s lost a child.
2) The description of King David when he heard his son was dying… sleeping on the floor and totally dysfunctional was a familiar behavior pattern… all those years ago.
3) “When a parent dies you lose your past. When a child dies you lose your future.” In the sense of “family” this is very true. I was so fortunate to have met Rachel during the very very bad times… she helped give me back a future and get me back into the driving seat.

Looking at these few posts over the years as a grieving Father all I can offer is… “There is no moving on” and “Never stop loving your child.”

Miss you honey… I’m thinking about an Ontario country road… “Sleepwalk” on the car radio… stopping the car and dancing with you and Rene in the middle of the road. Happy Summer.

February 18, 2011

Valentines

Filed under: marin — Steve @ 2:04 am

My Dear Marenka,

James recently mentioned to me that you are my Guardian Angel. I’ve heard it from sensitive people before. I feel it and I know sometimes that it is much more than wishful thinking. I wish you were here to experience in the flesh some of the wonderful things you are helping to happen.

Valentine’s was a time for reflection… I remember two times when young crushes had you sobbing in my arms. I could hold you then and console you and be real father. You were cheated of a deep and fulfilling romantic relationship with a man… and everything it takes to get to earn that. How wise you would have been. Remember how we talked about giving you away and us dancing together at your wedding?

So, so sad.

December 7, 2010

Lighting up the world

Filed under: marin — Steve @ 4:34 pm

My Lovely Angel,

Missing you a lot this Christmas season. Just remembering what a light you were at parties circulating and making conversations at the Matador Club Christmas party, rehearsals for film and theatre when you’d go and ask actors questions about themselves to break the ice… full of jokes and playfulness… and baseball games where you’d be calling out so many jokes that parents and even opposing team members were broken up laughing… them shouting back comments to you and learning your name within minutes of the game starting… So much light you brought with you… racing from five swans a-swimming to the final two words “pear tree”… singing carols together making up new versions like the “Little Bummer Boy” and the way he stole our Christmas cheer… there was a shadow left in this bereft society where you once stood.

Miss you my Marenka

PoPo

July 22, 2010

21 Today

Filed under: marin — Steve @ 10:52 am

So today would’ve been your biggest Birthday bash.  A really big one in true British tradition.  We’ll certainly be downing a few to you tonight, my love.

I was thinking after our recent move to Rosedale… we didn’t have room for the Red couch that we bought together… the way you put on your best smile… “Please Daddy, the Red one is soooo hip….”  As if I didn’t know.  Even the salesman paused in his course to the commission to take in and express genuine charm at your victory dance.  Well our current Manhattan Leather suite is hipper so I’m sure you’d be even happier with that.  Sic transit “hip”.

Today would be your big day… the big gifts… wonder what it’d be?  A car?  I dunno but I know for sure it’d be followed by you and your boyfriend and Rachel and I heading out for a week in your beloved New York… Chelsea Hotel time. Tonight Rachel, Anton, Cindy and I will polish off a bottle or two in your memory and your favorite meal for dinner … Spaghetti Bolognaise.

Remember how you used to love the way your Grama Rita sang “You are my  sunshine” to you.  We’re playing it now.

Soon I’m going to add some more videos of you and some of your fave kids songs to your site.

btw say “Hi” to Dr. Bob and give him a little smack on the side of the head for me, please.

This really starts the Marin season every year… 22nd July then runs to my Birthday then to death day and funeral day in September… Halloween,  Christmas and New Years.  So many many memories… then “somnopolis” the half of the year when grief slumbers… awakening only once in a while, usually when prodded by unforeseen events… a little foreshadowing on Father’s Day.

God I miss you.

June 20, 2010

Father’s Day

Filed under: marin — Steve @ 11:49 am

My sweet angel, it’s father’s day and I miss you more than ever. Just casting my mind back and thinking about how you never forgot Father’s Days or Birthdays and all the sweet things you did on Father’s Days that conveyed your love. Even now I still come across little notes from you like time capsules that you would… hide for me to find in amongst my papers. Little notes to say stop working so hard or that you loved me or giving me high mrks for being a Dad or for hipness or whatever. I know you did it for most of the people you cared about… friends or even just younger kids that needed help at school. The fact is that Marin… you cared and you cared deeply about people. Hard to find people like you in this world which makes the missing you all the more desolate.

July 22, 2009

Marin’s 20th Birthday

Filed under: marin — Steve @ 6:50 pm

Hi there Mare-Bear,

Happy Birthday my sweet sweet girl.  Twenty years old today!  Wow!  Well, we’ll be lighting the candles, doing the drum and the pipe and making offerings to boost and strengthen your spirit. We’ll top it off with one of your favorite meals and your favorite ice-cream cake as a little treat to nourish your memory.  Maybe a couple of drinks but we’ll leave the big party thing till you’re 21.

So young lady what would we be planning for this one if you were still here?  It’s getting hard to imagine what kind of path your tastes would be maturing into but my guess is that you’d want to go somewhere culturally different, somewhere with different history,  I KNOW you’d want somewhere somewhere with colourful art…. Somewhere Frida would like… mmmmm…. Got it…. We head out to the Airport and fly into Can-cun where we stay in a great hotel I know which is built over and turtle pond… we can swim with the turtles…. So you party in Can-cun for a couple of nights then off we go… you and your bf and Rachel and I… off we go to Tulum.  The last Myan City in the IpsumNa chain.  We’ll book into a Beach side resort about 5 miles from Tulum where we can snorkel and fish.  In Tulum we’ll see the myan culture aat it’s best and I’ll introduce you to Chak the Shaman who acted in Jadewoski’s film Chak the Water God.  When we get bored we’ll go back to Can-cun to party some more before flying home.  I can see it pretty clearly and feel that your progress would for sure see you developing your love for the paranormal, Latino culture, native culture, art, justice for the under privileged and your love of sun tans. The trip to Tulum should cover a lot of bases.  Smile

I still don’t see a day go by where I don’t miss you profoundly.  Sometimes so deeply….  There’s a beautiful MADD spot on TV with a haunting vocal track where a girl lays down near a  playground and she’s covered with a sheet…. It’s an abstract comment but it resonates in the strangest way and I guess the sheet reminds me of that night… identifying your body… but somehow the spot feels good and I like it.

Anyway,  Happy Birthday sweetie,  I sure hope there’s celebrations in heaven tonight for you.  I’m sure we must have a few thousand ancestors up there to celebrate with you including Rita, Henryck, George, Gino, Frank Jr. and now David.  Assuming that most of them made it into heaven those guys should be able to put together one great Birthday Bash.

Kisses and huge Hugs my baby,

PoPo