Here are a few images of Barry at his 70th birthday five years ago.
He was at this moment being cleansed and blessed by Rick Bartow the painter and sculptor and Wiyot elder. Not long before, Barry had been a public part of the roll-out for Rick’s retrospective exhibit and catalog, “Things You Know But Cannot Explain,” at the University of Oregon art museum. Rick touched everyone—including Barry’s brother in the background, including me—at the birthday gathering with those sacred eagle feathers.
Barry had a few years earlier inherited several daughters and grandchildren through his marriage to the writer Debra Gwartney. Though by this time he had begun treatment for cancer, he had experienced the unexpectedly joyful blessing of immersion in Debra’s family, the pleasure of playing paterfamilias and license to play grandfather. You can see this in his face lighting up at all those candles.
Our acquaintance was relatively late in our lives. Earlier Debra Gwartney had been my occasional colleague in creative writing at Oregon, then worked with my wife at the UO Center for the Study of Women in Society. Their friendship preceded Debra’s marriage to Barry, but as with so many unexpected blessings, included more of us in its ripples. Barry got to know cancer a few years after it had become a part of my wife Sandra Morgen’s daily existence, so they had their own conversations about that. Barry and Debra stood by me at her graveside service in September 2016. They mourned Rick Bartow’s passing that year, too.
Here is Debra with a favorite grandson that evening. Her first and best known book is “Live Through This” which, in its way, shows that family and happiness and blessings are neither permanent nor guaranteed.
Here are two of those daughters and their families Barry inherited. If you visit the Caring Bridge site for Barry Lopez, you’ll learn they were there with him in the last week. He had a meaningful and fulfilling death, which is itself a blessing and so perhaps can teach us how to give and to earn blessings in what is left of our lives.
There are many forms of mourning and blessing, witness and wonder, in Barry’s books. That they can touch you like a sacred feather is by design.
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