lunes, 23 de mayo de 2011

37º-La Muerte De Karen Carpenter-

14 de enero de 1983: Karen, Richard y un viejo amigo de la universidad se fueron a cenar. Durante la cena, la cara de Karen se congeló en una expresión de dolor y miedo. Ella no pudo darles una razón de lo que le había sucedido y se dirigió al baño. Cuando regresó a la mesa, ella dijo que todo estaba bien y que estaba lista para ir al estudio según lo planeado. Después tuvo que ir varias veces seguidas al labavo lo que alarmó a familiares y amigos.  
  
Instantánea tomada en enero de 1983.

28 de enero de 1983: Asistió a la ceremonia de celebración del 25 aniversario de los premios Grammy. (la foto de abajo es la bandera autografiada por el 25º aniversario con la firma de Karen en la parte inferior del trofeo). Ceremonía a la que asistió con su hermano Richard. Esta sería su última aparición pública. Los fans estaban felices de ver a Karen de nuevo en una aparición pública, muchos dijeron que se la veía cansada, pero como siempre, mantenía una gran actitud, y también se notaba que miraba al futuro expectante por todo lo que estaba por venir en su vida. Pero Karen había mencionado ver manchas ante sus ojos en un punto, y también mencionó a su madre y a una amiga llamada Beverly Nogawski que el corazón le latía de forma irregular. Poco después de su regreso de Nueva York, el 29 de enero, Karen volvió a mencionar a Beverly que el corazón le latía como si estuviera saliendo de su pecho. Pasó el resto del día acostada descansando en sus aposentos.



The Carpenters en el 25 aniversario de los premios Grammy.

1 de febrero de 1983: Se fue a cenar con Richard y el productor Joe Layton y comió con entusiasmo. Después de la cena, ella regresó a su piso. Esta fue la última vez que Richard Carpenter vió a su hermana con vida.

3 de febrero de 1983: Después de cenar con su madre una ensalada de Camarones y de camino a casa de Agnes un Taco, se notaba que Karen mostraba interés en la comida. Su madre estaba muy feliz de ver esto. Esa noche, después de tener la oportunidad de volver a escuchar su disco en solitario, Karen llamó por teléfono al productor Phil Ramone y le preguntó con rabia y tristeza:

-¿puedo usar la palabra que empieza por J?.
-Claro.
-¡Este disco es jodidamente bueno!.

A la mañana siguiente, después de escuchar un ruido en la parte superior de las escaleras proveniente del dormitorio de Karen, Agnes Carpenter corrió escaleras arriba y encontró a su hija desmayada en el suelo de la habitación, a los pies del armario. Agnes avisó a su marido Harold y al ama de llaves, quien rápidamente llamó al 911, así como a Richard, quien todavía estaba durmiendo. Los paramédicos trasladaron en ambulancia a Karen al Downey Community Hospital. Después de muchos intentos por reanimarla, Karen fue declarada muerta a las 9:51 am. Por paro cardiaco, a consecuencia de la anorexia nerviosa que padeció durante 8 años. A karen nunca se le pasó por la cabeza la posibilidad de que la anorexia nerviosa pudiese quitarle la vida. Ella sentía que era capaz de seguir adelante con su vida, y finalmente, conseguir que todo estuviera bajo control. Ella tenía planes de comprar unos cuantos electrodomésticos y ropa nueva de manera inminente, y esa misma tarde iba a firmar los papeles de su divorcio de Tom Burris. También estaba preparada para retomar las grabaciones de nuevas canciones. Esta no es la actitud de alguien que tira la toalla y renuncia a curarse. Pero finalmente su corazón no pudo soportar los largos años de maltrato a su cuerpo, y dijo basta.


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Agnes y Harold Carpenter, padres de la cantante, nos narran cómo fueron las últimas horas de vida de su hija y las circunstancias en las que falleció.

Acto seguido dos videos, uno de la cermonia de los Grammy y otro de la última aparición de Karen carpenter en televisión durante esa misma ceremonia, cuando es entrevistada por los periodistas.


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-28 de enero de 1983-

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A continuación un vídeo que narra los meses anteriores al deceso de Karen carpenter con Richard explicando como le dijo a su hermana: ¡Esto es una mierda! ¿me oyes?, una mierda. Esto no marcha bien, tu tratamiento no va bien. Este hombre (Steven Levenkron) no te está ayudando. ¡Porque ahora estas en un hospital!. En otro momento posterior del video en una entrevista al duo, la periodista le dice a Karen que hay rumores de que ella padece anorexia nerviosa, a lo que Karen contesta que eso no es cierto.


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Un sentimiento de amor palpable, dolor, rabia y desconcierto invadió el funeral el 8 de febrero de 1983. 500 personas hacinadas en Downey Methodist Church y otros quinientos estaban fuera. Muchos de ellos eran vecinos del lugar, que conocían a Karen como la chica sencilla y amante de casa que nunca había dejado realmente esta ciudad.

Los telediarios cubrieron ampliamente la noticia:


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En España tampoco se olvidaron de la cantante. La prensa recogió la noticia en estos términos:




Fallece la cantante Karen Carpenter


EFE Los Angeles 5 FEB 1983


Karen Carpenter, quien se hizo famosa en el mundo de la canción durante la década de los setenta formando el dúo The Carpenters con su hermano Richard, falleció ayer a la edad de 32 años. Un portavoz del hospital de Downey, barrio de Los Angeles, informó que la muerte se produjo media hora después de que la cantante fuera internada en el centro médico a causa de un fallo cardiaco, ocurrido cuando la cantante se encontraba en casa de sus padres.
Entre los éxitos de The Carpenters -ganadores del Grammy por sus baladas pop- figura su primer gran éxito, We've only just begun, del que se vendieron más de sesenta millones de copias a principios de los setenta.


The following is an excerpt from Ray Coleman's 1994 biography, titled 'The Carpenters, The Untold Story ', on the 24 hours leading up to her death:

Early in the afternoon of Thursday, February 3, 1983, a distraught Karen was on the phone to Richard from her condominium to his home in Lubec St, Downey. Their mother had just given her a hard time, she said. Karen wanted to plan a weekend with Olivia Newton-John, but her mother's view was that she was not fit enough to be running around as much as she had been doing, and that she should rest. When Richard asked how she felt, Karen admitted that she had been yawning a lot, but said she felt OK. "She was griping about how mom was trying to tell her to do everything, but then mom had said about the visit to Olivia 'So go!'- and that put Karen in a spot".
Karen said, "What am I gonna do?"
       
Richard instinctively registered that nothing had changed and that even after treatment, she seemed neither calm nor psychologically improved. "This was the same kind of thing I'd been hearing from Karen for years".
They spoke about a new video cassette recorder which she needed and then Karen said she would have to decide whether to go to Olivia's home for the weekend or appease mom.

Whatever she decided to do for the weekend, she evidently felt she needed to mend fences in Downey first. And so, about two hours after that conversation with Richard, Karen's red Jaguar swept into her parents' driveway without the customary advance phone call to her mother to say she was on her way.
Agnes was surprised but delighted to greet her. It quickly became evident that Karen had a practical, as well as a social, reason for their visit.

At her apartment, Karen's washer/dryer had broken and she needed new one, she told Agnes. Most artists of her means would lift the phone for instant delivery, but Karen still preferred what she called "normal" behaviour like this to a pampered life-style. And her practicality never left her. The best place to buy a new washing machine, she told mom, was still Gemco, the general store Karen often described jokingly as "the Gucci of Downey".

And there was another shopping outing on her agenda for the days ahead. Triumphantly telling everyone around her that she had maintained her new weight of 108 pounds, Karen said to her mother that needed a new wardrobe. Those skinny-size dresses- at one stage she was down to anything from a size two to a zero in certain styles- were getting too tight.

Agnes told her that Downey was the wrong place to buy a washing machine since the space reserved for one at her apartment called for a small and vertical model- and Gemco would surely stock only regular sizes. As ever, Karen was not to be deterred. She knew and trusted all those assistants at Gemco, she said. She had known them for many years, and they would order anything for her. Here were two lifelong characteristics of Karen encapsulated into the mundane act of replacing a washing machine: Whenever possible, she sought the security of dealing with people she knew. And she would have her own way.

For Agnes Carpenter, her daughter's impromptu visit was welcome enough for she truly doted on her children. It merely brought the problem of what to provide for dinner. The fridge was rather empty that night, and discussing a menu with Karen was not the simplest of tasks. To Agnes's surprise, Karen said she fancied a shrimp salad so why didn't they go to a favourite local chain restaurant, Bob's Big Boy? Harold happily drove them there.

As he and Agnes enjoyed their chicken they could scarcely absorb the sight of Karen heartily tucking into a particularly huge portion of shrimp salad. Karen asked for an extra portion of salad and tackled that voraciously.

Agnes was both astonished and delighted. After all those years worrying about her daughter's infinitesimal food intake, it was an enormous relief to see her eating enthusiastically. As the plates were cleared, Agnes pondered to herself that the dieting problem may well have been conquered, despite her scepticism.

In recent weeks, Karen's appetite had veered to spicy foods. Leaving the restaurant, she spotted a taco place next door and asked her parents to wait momentarily while she went inside and bought a take-out meal. "I almost passed out," Agnes says, "I couldn't believe she'd want a taco". Impulsively, Karen continued her upbeat mood when she came back to them, asking if she might have the treat of driving her dad's Cadillac home.

That done, she went to the kitchen counter, devoured the spicy taco with hot sauce, and pronounced to her baffled but smiling mother, "Boy, that was good".

By nine o'clock, Karen seemed tired. She had complained lately by phone to Steven Levenkron of a lack of energy, but as she moved to the living room to rest on the couch, Agnes again thought there was evidence that her appearance had improved.
Her face seemed slightly chubbier, her body more formed, since she had returned three months earlier from that full year of therapy in New York. Agnes had told Richard so, but he disagreed.

While he acknowledged that she had gained weight, he could not ignore those pouches under her eyes- though she did her best to hide them. "And even now, when I look at the pictures of her in that period, it's clear from her eyes that she was really not well. Now, of course, I wish I had been even more of a bear on her".

Karen and her parents settled down to watch a television favorite, Richard Chamberlain in Shogun. Just after ten, as it ended, Agnes answered the phone. Quietly, she suggested that since Karen seemed tired, perhaps the caller, Frenda Leffler, could phone back the next day. But when Karen heard it was her friend on the line, her soporific position on the couch ended. She jumped up and took the phone, almost reprovingly, from her shielding, well-meaning mother.

Agnes was miffed. She reasoned that Frenda and Karen saw plenty of each other in Beverly Hills. Clearly weary, Karen needed the restorative power of a good night's sleep more than the stimulation of yet another long phone chat.

A mother's instinct that her daughter needed rest may have been correct, but Karen rarely heeded advice about her health from any quarter, particularly now. She was telling everyone that she had recently devoted a full year to kicking anorexia- and even though she admitted to Frenda that she was seeing spots before her eyes, Karen felt in better shape that when she started on that slippery road seven years earlier.

She spread her proof of her recovery adroitly: Agnes noted with delight Karen's passion in recent weeks for chilli and prepared cups of it, which Karen took back to her apartment to store in the freezer. What few people knew was that the freezer and refrigerator were invariably empty.

Yet despite simmering fears about her condition by her brother and others, Karen was restructuring her life. "I've got a lot of living to do," she had recently told one friend, Dionne Warwick. Her pride in her appearance was good, and she planned to have her brunette hair streaked blonde. Her career was in renewal, her relationship with her family more stabilized now that those dark days had apparently gone and she had made that effort in New York.

So it was a contented Karen who turned in for bed eventually, leaving her parents to watch Knots Landing on television. She didn't care for the program so she decided to lie in bed and watch a video of Magnum PI in the room once used by Richard. In recent weeks she had often slept there rather than in her own room, since she enjoyed watching a video and there was no equipment in her bedroom.

Friday morning for Agnes meant a ritualistic visit to her hairdresser. Karen was planning to go and order the new washing machine before driving back to Century City. At 8:45, Agnes rose. As she did so, she heard the sliding rumble of the door to Richard's closet. "Gee, Karen's up," Agnes said to Harold. "I'll go out and start some hot cereal and fix the coffee".

In the kitchen, Agnes discovered the percolator was hooked up, ready to be switched on- Karen had obviously been down to fix it. Preparing the cereal, Agnes called out "Karen" twice. There was no reply. "I went to the top of the steps, saw the closet door was open, rushed in to the closet, and there she was, face down on the floor. Her eyes were open, but she didn't seem to be breathing". Karen was lying straight, as if she had become tired and lay down, only four feet from the bathrobe she was clearly heading for. She had not hit anything in going to the floor.

Agnes screamed for Harold and Florine Elie, their house-keeper, to call the paramedics and an ambulance. They dialled 911. Then Agnes called Richard, who lived two miles away.

Morning was never a time to phone the home of night-owl Richard Carpenter. He was asleep when the 8:55am call from his hysterical-sounding mother jolted him. "Karen.... I found her on the floor...I tried to get her up, called her name....Her eyes had rolled back.....We called the ambulance". As his mom's words tumbled out, Richard feared the worst.

Slipping on his contact lenses, jeans and a T-shirt, he raced his black Jaguar through the overcast Downey streets. With his fast, immaculate driving, it was a mere five-minute trip but long enough for an avalanche of emotions to torment this normally phlegmatic, pragmatic man.

Hoping against the odds that she simply collapsed, he said to himself as he drove: "I knew this was gonna happen. I knew she didn't look well. Maybe she's just in a bad way; she was weak; maybe they can revive her; maybe this will finally drive home to her just how serious her health problem is". Alone, he had maintained that even after that year of therapy, she was not right. Deep down, he just knew his sister was dead.

Rounding the corner into Newville Avenue, he saw a fire truck, then an ambulance. He began to cry. He raced into the house, but Karen and her mother had already been put into the ambulance. A fireman, noting Richard's distraught state, advised him to drive very carefully if he planned to follow the ambulance. At Downey Community Hospital, he joined his parents in a conference room while surgeons tried resuscitation. The news came after twenty minutes when a doctor walked in to say, "I'm sorry, but Karen is dead".

It was February 4, 1983. Agnes and Harold wept, but Richard was overtaken with numbness and anger. Glorious years, raging frustration, and embattled times with his sister and partner had ended in appalling tragedy. His main feeling was silent fury at being robbed. The tears would flow later.


The Carpenters Fan Club published this letter in remembrance of Karen:


Carpenters Fan Club Newsletter #77

IN REMEMBRANCE
--- KAREN ANNE CARPENTER ---
FEBRUARY 4th. 1983

--- by Rev. Charles Neal.---
Dear Friends,

We come here today to remember and to cherish the life of Karen Carpenter -- loved one, friend and companion in the story of our lives.

In the course of these days, the farthest thing from our minds and hearts has happened. No one can begin to express the sadness and sorrow that is felt here, and is being felt around the world: a spontaneous outpouring of love and grief for one of God's truly talented and gifted daughters who has died so young at 32 years of age.

Into every nook and cranny of this global village the sad news travels yet, and the world weeps. For Karen's story is one that has graced this world with life, with love, and with a song.

Part I 

The place to begin, of course, to talk about Karen's story is the place of birth, home of Harold, Agnes, Richard, and Joan, where

On the day that you were born
The angels got together
And decided to create a dream come true.

Fred Buechner, (quoting a line from the poet Dylan Thomas), calls it "once below time"; the time of childhood when all time is now time, and a day at the beach never ends, and life is formed and fashioned in the crucible of love, family and friends.

As Buechner says: "...the time the rabbit bit your finger, the time you had your first taste of bananas and cream, the time when you were crying yourself to sleep when somebody came and lay down beside you in the dark for comfort."

Yes, the time when Karen balanced blue jeans, baseball, and ballet in a timeless moment of love, family and friends.

Yes, the place to begin, "once below time", when the gift of life was received with gratitude and joy, and Karen graced the life of her family and friends, even as they graced her life with love and loyalty.

It was our privilege as a family to share life with Karen and her family in those years when childhood turned into teens. Karen and Richard were teenagers in our church and Methodist Youth Fellowship at Bark Methodist Church, welcoming us with their parents to New Haven as we came there to attend Yale, and I became their pastor: the younger than young days for us all, filled with fun and frolic interspersed with a few serious moments -- evenings spent in the basement of their home with Ping-Pong sets, hi-fi, baseballs, and more records than I had ever seen; our two girls finding in Karen a friend, baby-sitter and confidante; Christmas carols on snowy Christmas Eves in New England, home of our pilgrim fathers and mothers.

And then "once below time" ended somewhere along the way for all of us, and the tapestry of time caught us all up as the Carpenters moved to California, -and we returned to Texas.

As any father who has had daughters knows as well as he knows anything else, you never are just 16, but always 16 going on 17. By that time Karen's story reached beyond family and friends into the public domain:

the drums at Downey High School,
the years at CA State University at Long Beach,
the Battle of the Bands at the Hollywood Bowl,
A & M Records,

until, as we know, she has captured the world's friendship and love. Even though the intervening years have also been 16, going on 17, it still does seem like only yesterday that

We've Only Just Begun To Live
White lace and promises
A kiss for luck and we're on our way
And yes, We've Just Begun.
Before the rising sun we fly
So many roads to choose
We start out walking and learn to run
And yes, We've Just Begun.
Sharing horizons that are new to us
Watching the signs along the way
Talking it over just the two of us
Working together day to day
Together.
And when the evening comes we smile
So much of life ahead
We'll find a place where there's room to grow
And yes, We've Just Begun.

Our paths crossed again when we were invited with others to be on This Is Your Life honoring Karen and Richard, and this indeed is the story of their lives -- that in the midst of unimaginable success, we were welcomed by them and their family as friends, with whom the intervening years seemed but a day gone by. Truly a quality of life and friendship that is so meaningful and significant in this world.

Since then, Karen's life has continued to unfold: a unique and beautiful tapestry woven with all the experiences of life:

a tapestry at once joyous and furious;
a tapestry filled with the joy of time,
but also the tyranny of time;
the joy of success, but also the
tyranny of success;
the joy of life, but also the
tyranny of life;
yes and no!
joy and sorrow,
laughter and tears,
limelight and loneliness,
love and heartache,
health and illness,
triumph and tragedy,
quietness and fury;

always the tapestry of time: the quest for life and life's meaning in the midst of all that time and life bring; a beautiful tapestry weaving Karen's life into a story that graced this world with life and love.

Part II 

But if Karen graced this world with life and love, she also graced this weary world with a song.

Yes. A song. A new song. Serendipity! For suddenly, in the midst of the rock era, the world was graced with a new song. a new sound it had never heard before, sung and played by the Carpenters: A Ticket To Ride, Close To You, We've Only Just Begun, For All We Know, Touch Me When We're Dancing, I Need To Be In Love, There's A Kind Of Hush, Those Good Old Dreams .... until now, some 80 million records later, 10 gold singles, 8 gold albums, 5 platinum albums, 3 Grammys. . . and concerts around the world, there is no place on this earth where Karen is not singing, singing, singing; a loving, sparkling, joyful voice lifted above this weary world in it's perennial quest for life; a voice that accompanied all of us along our way, and never more than on Rainy Days And Mondays that always get us down., and yet didn't get us down because Karen was singing in our homes and in our cars on the crowded expressways, and at our offices.

And yes, Karen singing for us too at Christmas time, carols of joy: Merry Christmas Darling, Jingle Bells, I'll Be Home For Christmas, Winter Wonderland, O Come All Ye Faithful, Silent Night.... ending with the always beautiful Ave Maria, until somehow, for us and others, around millions of Yuletide gatherings and fireplaces, Karen cradled the Christ Child anew for us in song.

Someone has said: What we love, we shall grow to resemble. What Karen loved she has indeed come to resemble, until Karen herself has become a song to the world; yes, Karen's life itself, a song to the world: a song of love and joy and beauty.

Ralph Waldo Emerson has written: Never lose an opportunity of seeing anything that is beautiful; for beauty is God's handwriting -- a wayside sacrament. Welcome it in every fair face, in every fair sky, in every fair flower, and thank God for it as a cup of blessing.

The world has indeed welcomed such beauty in the life of Karen Carpenter. whose story has become a beautiful song to the world. And we thank God for her as a cup of blessing--a wayside sacrament.

Part III 

My friends, as we gather here, we are aware of the joy and beauty of Karen's life, but we are also aware of and saddened by her untimely death, "too soon and too young" as John Bettis has written so poignantly.

With every fiber of our being, we cry out, Why? -- yea, storming the very gates of heaven for an answer.

And yet, God does not give us answers; he gives us Himself to be with us here, on the streets where we live; here, where "once below time" becomes the tapestry of time, and the time also, "too soon and too young".

Yes! God gives Himself to us and bears all things with us, all of us with her life; the One who has sustained her life in all it's too short years; is now the One who receives her unto Himself -- embracing her as the One who loved her into life, and who loves her now for all eternity.

Paul caught a glimpse of it: If we live, we live to the Lord, and if we die, we die to the Lord, so then, whether we live or whether we die, we are the Lord's.

And again: For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.

Yes. God gives us Himself.

And God has also given us Karen. As John Bettis said so well:

Too soon and too young
Our Karen is still
But her echo
Will linger
Forever....

In response to the overwhelming requests for donations in Karen's memory, the Carpenter family extend their deep appreciation to interested friends who would like to donate to one of the following established memorials of their choice:

Scholarship for talented musicians at CA State University of Long Beach.

Anorexia Nervosa Research.


Aquí podemos ver varias fotos del día de su funeral:












Burial:

*On Thursday, December 11, 2003 she, Agnes and Harold were exhumed from Forest Lawn Memorial Park in Cypress, California and were moved to Pierce Brothers Valley Oaks Memorial Park in Westlake Village, California. Agnes, Karen and Harold remained in their original caskets. At 12:30pm PST they were all re-interred and entombed in a private family mausoleum in the Tranquility Gardens section of the cemetery.

Valley Oaks-Griffin Memorial Park, Mortuary & Crematory | Pierce Brothers Valley Oaks Memorial Park
5600 Lindero Canyon Road, Westlake Village, CA 91362 | 818-889-0902
















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18 comentarios:

  1. Me van a permitir que haga un par de aclaraciones.

    La noticia de EL PAIS sobre la muerte de Karen tiene dos errores garrafales. El primer gran éxito de The Carpenters no fue We've Olny Just Begun. Fue Close To You. Y por supuesto, es imposible que vendiera sesenta millones de copias. No lo hago por dejar mal al periodista o al periódico, o por vanidad. Más bien, por el riesgo que supone el que las personas que están empezando a conocer la historia de The Carpenters y están empezando a escucharlos puedan llegar a creerse los datos que figuran en la noticia y tomarlos por ciertos. Que tengan todos una feliz semana.

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  2. Por la década del ´70 me pasaba horas escuchando los LP de este Duo, me daba mucha paz escuchar la voz de Karen. Aun hoy sigue dando paz las canciones cantadas por el duo y llena esa sensacion conocida hoy por vibracion de amor. Si uno desea comprobar lo que digo escuchen "Sing a Song" en pocos segundos cambia nuestra actitud.

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  3. tarde me doy cuenta. de la más grande cantante que hemos perdido
    una de las voces más melodica y tierna que a existido en el mundo
    x siempre carem carpenter te llevare en mi corazon..

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  4. Tus canciones alegraron al cielo... Cuanto nos perdimos al dejar de escucharte..

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  5. Karen que bueno seria tenerte...cuantas melodias nos hemos perdido.
    tus canciones habran maravillado al cielo...descansa en paz

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  6. No tuve el honor de escucharla en esa época ya que falleció cuando yo tenia solo 2 años, pero escuche sus canciones y realmente te llenan de paz. Su voz es el mejor ejemplo del amor y el escucharla te hace soñar automaticamente. Lastima que ya no esta!!!

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  7. una de las voces mas lindas del mundo,sus tema estan inmortalizados para todos los tiempos,eso es lo que queda para la eternidad,una grande con palabras mayores descansa en paz KAREN

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  8. Karen no era solamente voz, tenía algo que muy pocos tienen; esa mirada dulce con un toque de tristeza, una gran sonrisa incluso en momentos amargos y duros. Una gran mujer.

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  9. qe pena qe alla muerto esa chica por anorexia nerviosa qe pena :(

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  10. dios le dio un lugar con el se lo merecia era un angel en forma de mujer

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  11. Yo conocí a The Carpenters por mi Psiquiatra. Yo también sufrí de anorexia a los 19 años y por 10 años luche, gracias a Dios ahora ya estoy de alta de esa maldita enfermedad.... Y su música me ha servido que puedo perder todo si no me quiero un poco..... Ella siempre está en mis pensamientos, lamento mucho que no haya salido de esto. Un saludo grande todos los admiradores de ella y de su música.... The Carpenter por siempre...... Un abrazo desde Chile

    The Carpenters I met my psychiatrist. I suffered from anorexia for 19 years and for 10 years fight, thank God now I'm high on this damn disease .... And his music has helped me to lose everything if I do not want some ..... She is always in my thoughts, I am very sorry that did not come out of this. A big salute all admirers of her and her music .... The Carpenter forever ...... A hug from Chile

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    1. No me cabe la menor duda de que tu mensaje servirá de ayuda a personas que estén luchando en estos momentos contra la enfermedad.

      Has sido muy valiente, me alegro mucho.

      Un abrazo desde España.

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  12. Pobre chica, ella debio alejarse de su pasion musical y ver primero su salud... porque nadie la obligo a seguir con estricto orden su tratamiento, cuando entenderan que la anorexia no es solo un desorden alimenticio, es un desoden mental un tipo de obsesion y que necesitan ayuda como toda enfermedad. Yo tambien tengo una enfermedad psiquiatrica, aunque no es alimenticia es obsesiva, depresiva y es horrible ...yo me alejado de todo lo malo y llevo mi tratamiento tengo un anio y dos meses y aunque moleste tomar pastillas......... eso es lo que necesito para seguir adelante.

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    1. No lo sé. Decir que ella debió alejarse de la música quizá sea excesivo. Lo que si que necesitaba era ordenar ciertos aspectos de su vida que no estaban en orden. Evidentemente, ella no fue feliz durante una buena parte de su vida. La anorexia efectivamente es un trastorno mental, pero hay gente que no lo comprende. Hay muchos que estigmatizan y crucifican a las personas con esos problemas, y les ponen etiquetas. Es triste. Has hecho lo correcto respecto de tu enfermedad. Seguir tu tratamiento y las indicaciones que te hayan dado me parece estupendo. Sigue adelante con optimismo y mucha suerte.

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  13. Solo hay que escucharla... gracias a Dios quedó su voz...

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  14. NAOMYLEE13@HOTMAIL.COM7 de noviembre de 2014, 11:09

    SIEMPRE TE LLEVARE EN MI PENSAMIENTO Y EN MI VIDA CON TU VOZ QUE MI DIOS TE CUIDE SIEMPRE POR SIEMPRE KAREN CARPENTER

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  15. Tender sweet the most angelical voice of the ltest decades. There haven t been a similar kind oh voice up to now. Thanks Karen1

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