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June 06, 2005

Time Flies

Bret,

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It seems so recently that we saw/ran into each other over Christmas. It was great how often that happened - us both being Far-East Bay kids. It's odd to think about how, when we were chatting after "Ghosts," that we joked about your never failing to pop up unexpectedly, much to my delight. I remember telling you how nice it was to always feel that I was inevitably bound to run into you again.

For so many years - since I was a little thing just starting out on the Cal Shakes summer-camp-esque Production track - there were so many chances to play. Heaving huge buckets of water into the air from backstage as actors in front jumped into the "lake" was always a treat; I remember that our consistant post-heave giggles were always masked by those of the audience.
Your abundance of innocent grins and big bear-hugs - like your unfailing provision of good chocolate - were a constant reminder of how many ills a good attitude can overcome. Your style of good humor and enthusiasm is a worthwhile asperation for any of us in the theatre, or really anywhere.

I was stunned with sadness and disbelief
when I learned yesterday that you had died.
Jared and Jean-Paul showed me the new plaque for you at the Bruns. I had to tell Janet and Brian about it, which was hard as well. It hurt a little to think I didn't know for so long after the fact, that I missed the memorial. Many times over the last day I've wanted want to pound my fist on the table and demand why this had to happen. To hear that the show you were directing was in tech, or thinking of your parents; its heartbreaking. Why is it always the best ones we have that lead such short lives? Why must these things seem so unjust?

But upon reflection - I can't think of single time when I saw you angry (or really anything less than sunshine-y), so my anger seems like an energy you wouldn't have bothered to waste. For you, then, I will endeavor not to waste mine.

I'm glad I got to meet your folks at least once. I hope they know how much a part of the Cal Shakes family they still are, and will continue to be. I hope they aren't strangers here, because they are forever a part of your wonderful nature, too.

I wish I could have said goodbye sooner, with all of your friends around.
Jared said the church was overflowing.
I'm sure it was a sight to see.
You were so loved; you still are.

They printed the poem from your wallet,
and a goofy but adorable photo (very you, really)
in the season program.
It's beautiful. Fitting.

I think that everyone who ever knew you realizes that, in fact,
you yourself are the best possible tribute to the greatness of your life.
Little more need be said.

"i thank You God for this most amazing day:
for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;
and for everything which is natural
which is infinite
which is yes"

--e.e. cummings
(from your wallet)

Bret C. Harte 1979-2005

A philosopher, friend, and total goofball.
It was a blast, man. I miss you.

Love, Kati

Posted by kati at June 6, 2005 09:20 AM

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