“Alive” (a letter to Neil Gaiman)

Dear Neil,

The odds that you are reading this are slim. Very slim. I probably won’t finish writing it, but if I do, I almost surely won’t be brave enough to send it to you. If I am uncharacteristically brave, what then? I send it, and it never reaches you; it slips between the cracks of your magically real life and goes to Neverwhere — or wherever unread emails go to die.

So why am I writing it at all? I’m writing it for me, because I have to. But please be patient with me. It’s hard to type through the tears.

Gretchen at the 50th

Two days ago, my brave, compassionate, quietly kick-ass sister Gretchen died. One minute she was Alive… and then she was Dead. My beautiful inside-and-out sister was beautiful no longer.

Death is not beautiful.

I think — how can I know? — that she didn’t tell us there was no hope for her surviving the cancer because she didn’t believe in no-hope scenarios. Or maybe she didn’t tell us so she could spare us weeks of pretending we weren’t already writing her eulogy, while she was still sitting there. Maybe she agreed to start the chemo just to gain a few precious weeks to get her affairs in order.

No maybe about it that she didn’t get that chance.

Let me tell you a few things about Gretchen, Neil. She couldn’t stand pity, or being pitiable. (She also couldn’t stand spelling mistakes or grammar gaffes, so if her spirit exists anywhere, in any spacey-wacey way, it’s sitting on my shoulder, clucking its timey-wimey tongue.) Because she couldn’t stand pity, Gretchen kept secrets. Sad, sad secrets. She shared a few with me. I will not be sharing them with you.

But some things she couldn’t keep secret, like the time she leapt out of her car, wielding pepper spray, to confront a man stabbing a pregnant woman on a San Francisco sidewalk.

The man turned to her, dropped the knife… and pulled out a handgun.

“Thank you,” he said to Gretchen, “you saved me.” Then he blew his own brains out, all over her. But mother and child were saved.

Another time, again in her car: A man approached the vehicle stopped ahead of her, shot the driver multiple times and ran off, but not before Gretchen burned his face into her long-term memory. Sadly, the woman at the wheel passed away while Gretchen comforted her, drenched in blood, waiting for help to arrive. But her murderer is in prison now, thanks to Gretchen’s testimony.

Gretchen has been:

  • bitten by a rattlesnake (“It was just a baby,” she said!)
  • hit by cars (twice. No, wait, three times!)
  • “shocked” (toxic shock twice, and then there was that supermarket sample shrimp, eaten just to be polite…)
  • nearly done in by countless other, unbelievable things

In fact, over the years, so many things, circumstances, and people have failed to kill Gretchen that I’d started to think of her as an immortal among us. Like she was secretly Captain Jack Harkness, or the (finally!) female Doctor Who. Like we were just her Companions. She couldn’t really be my sister, this tall, brown-eyed beauty in a family of blue-eyed children, could she? Genetics said she could, since our mom had brown-hazel eyes, but I’ve always had my suspicions that she was not of this world.

Since timing is everything, or everything is time (or time doesn’t exist, at least not right now), the first thing I saw on TV after Gretchen died — when I could bear to turn it on — was my favorite episode of Doctor Who. It was my favorite for all sorts of reasons, long before I knew that you’d written it.

Though I didn’t know it, it was just what I needed to watch in this space and time.

Neil, you are starting to understand why I’m writing this letter to you. In case anyone else ever reads it, though, I should probably elaborate:

Gretchen, large in life — “and getting larger all the time”, as she would so wryly have put it — was like your version of the TARDIS brought to life: beautiful, mathematically inclined, and much, much bigger on the inside.

Thank you, thank you for that, Neil. I will now always think of Gretchen as a sort of immortal TARDIS, moving through time and space, saving people and taking them where they need to go more often than where they want to go. I will always think of the magically real time I spent with her as “the time that we talked”.

How right you were, Neil. “Alive” is the saddest word “…when it ends.”

–Lindy Moone


21 responses

  1. So beautiful. I’m so sorry to hear this. Love all the way from Hawaii.

  2. Thank you for this eloquent and heartfelt piece about your larger than life supersister. I suspect she will shine bright in the memories of many.

  3. Reblogged this on John L. Monk and commented:
    I wish I could have met this woman. Thank you Lindy for this sad, yet hopeful, introduction.

  4. michael s sackett | Reply

    Gretchen was my sister in law but she was more of a sister to me. she allowed me to have the quality life I have today and anything I ever needed she provided for me and never asked why. she was my angel she sent gifts for my puppy all the time and first question to me when spoke was how are you? how is your dog Abnar?. she would laugh at my dumb jokes and was always such a happy soul. this angel cannot be replaced and will forever be in my heart. when we would get ready to hang up the phone she always said LOVE YOU MIKE,,,which was true she loved everyone especially her family.. her spirit is all around us and I would like to say I think she as a superwoman her courage in this difficult time was nothing short of amazing the amount of care she had for all others when she was checking out of life. I cannot say enough wonderful things about Gretchen. my heart is broken and my life will never be the same without her sweet uplifting spirit..i love you Gretchen and you will be forever in my heart. rest in peace my sister,,i wish you Peace Michael S. Sackett….

    1. Oh, Mike, she loved all you Sacketts to death, and beyond.(She would probably say I sound like Buzz Lightyear, now…)

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  6. Hugs to you for your loss and for your eloquence in the face of it.

  7. This is priceless! Neil has to see it. He must: “I will now always think of Gretchen as a sort of immortal TARDIS, moving through time and space, saving people and taking them where they need to go more often than where they want to go. I will always think of the magically real time I spent with her as “the time that we talked”. How right you were, Neil. “Alive” is the saddest word “…when it ends.” Having lost a sister, I know the pain, Lindy! Gretchen sounds waaay more awesome than 99.9% of all sisters.

    1. Carol, even though I know about your sister, I can’t begin to imagine all the heartache your family went through. This is not the place to go into the details, but how hard it must always be for you — just to see the word “sister” and know how many experiences she missed, and wonder what a wonderful life she might have had, but couldn’t. I had so much more time with Gretchen, but it is never enough…

    2. I can’t believe you tweeted this to Neil Gaiman. I’m sure he’ll never see it, but you are so brazen!

  8. A beautiful eulogy, Aimee. My heart goes out to you and your family.

    1. Thank you so much, Harvey.

  9. What a great way to encapsulate your sister – TARDIS. It’s a lovely tribute Aimee, that, I’m sure, barely scratches the surface. Sharing this on facebook

      1. Peg McMasters McBath

        Thank you for sharing Gretchen’s story. It makes me realize that angels walk the earth incognito. Gretchen was surely one of them.

  10. I just read these beautiful words and I’m still catching my breath. A great tribute to your sister. She sounds like a remarkable person.

  11. What a moving tribute to an amazing sister, Lindy. Gretchen was made of immortal stuff. I wish I had known her.

    1. Thank you. I have a picture of her laughing on my fridge to keep me remembering all the good times…

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