I saw Harry Potter recently and the score is beautiful and terrifying. My favourite character must be Dobbie.. . .
his little crooked knees and scrawny arms and those big shoes of his... makes my heart melt.
go and see the "Deathly Hallows"
then another type of entertainment, but an art form which I truly admire: the live stage.
Last night we saw a stage adaptation and Afrikaans version of
"Tuesdays with Morrie" (writer: Mitch Albom)
Briliantly done by Pedro Kruger and Chris van Niekerk (as Prof Morrie Schwarts).
"He had discussion groups about dying, what it really meant, how societies had always been afraid of it without necessarily understanding it. He told his friends that if they really wanted to help him, they would treat him not with sympathy but with visits, phone calls, a sharing of their problems--the way they had always shared their problems, because Morrie had always been a wonderful listener. For all that was happening to him, his voice was strong and inviting, and his mind was vibrating with a million thoughts. He was intent on proving that the word "dying" was not synonymous with "useless."
The New Year came and went. Although he never said it to anyone, Morrie knew this would be the last year of his life. He was using a wheelchair now, and he was fighting time to say all the things he wanted to say to all the people he loved. When a colleague at Brandeis died suddenly of a heart attack, Morrie went to his funeral. He came home depressed. "What a waste," he said. "All those people saying all those wonderful things, and Irv never got to hear any of it."
Morrie had a better idea. He made some calls. He chose a date. And on a cold Sunday afternoon, he was joined in his home by a small group of friends and family for a "living funeral."
Each of them spoke and paid tribute to my old professor. Some cried. Some laughed. One woman read a poem:
"My dear and loving cousin ...Your ageless heart as you move through time, layer on layer,
tender sequoia ..."
Morrie cried and laughed with them. And all the heartfelt things we never get to say to those we love, Morrie said that day. His "living funeral" was a success.
Only Morrie wasn't dead yet. In fact, the most unusual part of his life was about to unfold."
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