I received news today that Rita MacNeil died yesterday in Sydney, Nova Scotia, not far from her beloved home of Big Pond, Cape Breton.
It was one of those moments when your reality shifts and is never the same again. Rita, gone! I took the news like I had lost a dearly beloved friend, and I guess that in a way I did
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The Celtic lilt of Rita's voice was hauntingly beautiful. It poignantly bespoke the brokenness we all share. It chronicled the disappointments, longings and triumphs of a life of inner struggle and hard work. She sang from her heart and testified to her honest truth; she was happiest in the place where she drew her first breath and her last.
As an expatriate Nova Scotian I was moved to tears each time I heard her sing of our beloved province. A passion for the rugged shores of our east coast homeland was a cherished obsession that we held in common. It bonded us as sisters even though we never met officially. Knowing that she had not only managed to make it home, but was well-beloved there, I pray that I will one day do the same. I have often thought that if it happened for Rita, it might just happen for me someday. Here's hoping.
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"Drop by for a cuppa tea. The kettle is always on!" This common Nova Scotian invitation was one which Rita took to heart with great success. Several years ago, Eric and I stopped by for a cuppa at Rita's Tea Room while in Cape Breton visiting with Eric's recently widowed mom. It seemed not at all unusual that the grand dame was there that day, greeting patrons, having her picture taken with all and sundry and chatting amiably to anyone who approached her.
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I viewed the scene, feeling great affection for this gentle soul, but chose not to impose upon her myself, as like the great lady, I suffer at times with shyness. I trusted there would be another time, but of course now there won't be; however I have no regret. It seemed right at the time, it still does and I wouldn't change a thing. I loved her and enjoyed her company from afar; my awkward conversation would have gilded the lily.
Farewell sweet lady. I miss you already.
Farewell sweet lady. I miss you already.
