Eulogy for Dottie Wendt Richard

eulogy for dottie wendt richard

It would be easy to say the usual things a person says about someone they love after they have passed on, but Mimi did not live the usual life. Even in her roles as mother, wife, friend and grandmother she took on an untraditional path leading to a score of colorful, amazing, hard and wild life lessons that many of us could have never realized without her strong presence. Everyone sitting here today has been touched by her, the good, the bad and the ugly – the creative, the humorous, and all those outrageous things you wished you could say but she said it for you. In thinking of her multi layered life here on earth, the thing I could not help coming back to was that her life was a lesson, and encompassed in that lesson was a life lived by someone who walked to the beat of a different drummer. In the lesson was a pattern of sacrifice, and as we all know a bit of emotional turmoil at times. Some of society may look down upon this human trait, but even her time spent in discontent is a lesson for every single one of us, to really live, to forgive, to let go, to take this moment of release as a joy in our own lives – and because she had a flare for the dramatic and a longing to be known, loved and have an effect in the world, it is each of our turn to pick up the torch and live all the ways she did when she was feeling happy and all the ways she wished for when she was feeling down. Her life points directly in our hearts and asks us each here today ‘are you living your life as you want to? If not, stop wasting time. Do not live an unlived life, live your dreams.’

In her life coming to a close, we can see the legacy she left behind with 4 children, many grandchildren and great grandchildren – all of us holding pieces of her in our body and souls, pieces of Pepere, and pieces of their parents that came before them for generations of mankind. The way a tree dies, then falls down to decay, but returns to the dirt only to feed many new flowers, trees, bugs and birds – Mimi only dies in body but her spirit, her essence will nourish and teach the rest of us still living beyond even our own lifespan. Her power is like the motion of a butterfly’s wings fluttering, a small movement that has the strength to change an entire weather pattern.

Her body stayed alive on earth until everyone had come to see her, I always felt she was holding out till she was satisfied that everyone did indeed love her, and Tuesday night as her breathing had become labored and her limbs more at peace Enola whispered in her ear that each of us, by name, loved her so much and it was alright to go over to the light. Released by a simple declaration of love only a few hours later she let go, letting go in the presence of love and true forgiveness.

Life is made up of many details, but we all must love and be loved – it was a great motivating factor in Mimi’s life, to be accepted and loved no matter who she was. And she has taught me that we all deserve love, no matter who we are, what we’ve done, or what we can do. We need not do anything special to be loved, all we need to be is present in someone’s mind. Where society may turn their nose, our family and her friends have learned to love and accept all types of people, personalities, faults, emotions (and fun too) with open arms – a gift Mimi gave to us by default by just being a woman who was wildly opposite of what society expected her to be.

From her bedside she taught me all sorts of quips, ways to navigate life, and how to be my own person. As a grandchild I was bestowed her personal wisdoms such as “if you marry a man, you marry his family”, “if you hurt holler”, and “walking to the beat of a different drummer is a choice, and it’s not an easy path”, all of which came with amazing stories that kept me enthralled for hours as a child – stories of parties, of psychic dreams, learning to drive a car, being a bridal consultant, having scarlet fever as a child, and countless plots of countless books she read from the Harahan Library. Stories that made me want to live life to the fullest, and that gave me a heartfelt understanding for all of humanity.

Each of us will have our own experience and own memories with Dottie – in the light of her persevering (maybe hardheaded?) spirit may each one of us take each one of these memories into our hearts and use it to make ourselves a better, brighter and happier life, for ourselves and the future generations carrying those brilliant pieces of her soul.

I will end with a quote by a woman writer Pema Chodron:

“ Just as a jewel that has been buried in the earth for a million years is not discolored or harmed, in the same way this noble heart is not affected by all of our kicking and screaming. The jewel can be brought out into the light at any time, and it will glow as brilliantly as if nothing had ever happened. No matter how committed to unkindness, selfishness, or greed, the genuine heart cannot be lost. It is here in all that lives, never marred and completely whole.”

(eulogy written by Leslie Richard)

xoxo

Mirliton: Holding My Own Louisiana Tradition

That funny looking vegetable is called a mirliton (not the kitty, it's called Toots!) Growing up in New Orleans, Louisiana I quickly learned that this was one veggie to be raised high, honored, and cooked especially on major holidays. While the rest of the world concentrated on their thanksgiving turkey or holiday ham, we talked about who was making the shrimp mirliton. We pronounced it all kinds of funny ways like 'mella-tah' or 'merl-ee-taw' but never how it is actually spelled.

Funny thing is, I have no memory of actually eating a mirliton - only hearing about it, like some kind of legend, about as real as unicorns and fairies. So I asked my mom if she would mail me some so that I could try and grow them up here in North Carolina - she was happy to oblige, picking up a few at Whole Foods on Magazine Street in New Orleans. She asked around and some friends told her that in order to grow them, you have to just let them sprout on their own, in a paper bag... kinda like letting potatoes make their tubers (even though a mirliton is a type of squash, like butternuts!) So I have been letting my 4 mirlitons sit... and guess what? Two already started to sprout in a matter of a few weeks!!! YAY! (See pic below)

Go HERE for a traditional Louisiana stuffed mirliton recipe... ( I so wanna alter this recipe and make up my own gluten free/macrobiotic/yummy stuffing!)

"Although most people are familiar only with the fruit, the root, stem, seeds, and leaves are all edible. The fruit does not need to be peeled and can be eaten raw in salads. Cooked or raw, it has a very mild flavor by itself, and is commonly served with seasonings (e.g., salt, butter and pepper in Australia) or in a dish with other vegetables and/or flavorings. It can also be boiled, stuffed, mashed, baked, fried, or pickled in escabeche sauce. Both fruit and seed are rich in amino acids and vitamin C. Fresh green fruit are firm and without brown spots or signs of sprouting. Smaller ones are more tender." -wikiXoXo