There was only fun and happiness whenever she was in the
room.
She was Style, Grace, Intelligence and she was Hysterically Funny.
She
was so funny she usually made me cry.
When I first moved to New York City it
was her and Richard Skipper who welcomed me into the Cabaret scene and she
remained dear to me for all the years to follow.
It is a rare thing these days
to be blessed with really genuine people, especially in the entertainment
field.
She was the epitome of sincerity.
She made me feel special just because she was so special.
Always interested in what I was up to.
I knew when she asked me a question or
was telling me something that it was not her just saying what she thought I
wanted to hear. I loved that about her and it is something else very rare to
find these days.
Totally selfless was she and I couldn’t help but feel safe
and happy in her presence.
Those nights at The Iguana I would be so excited to
be there that I wouldn’t sit down for the entire evening. It was also the usual
that I started smiling the moment she arrived and I didn’t stop smiling until I
went home. But by the next day just recalling the evening prior brought that
smile right back to my face and in my heart.
Although she was the most glamorous woman in cabaret, the
toughest broad standing center stage and the one who always had the perfect rebut
to any joke,
she always knew she held the last laugh.
But there was also this
very delicate, silky and vulnerable side that anyone who held real affection
for her could see. Although unspoken it was there. It’s that which hurts me the
most today.
She Was Beautiful to look at, Beautiful to talk to,
Beautiful to be with and Beautiful to the core.
A Real Star who
shined in colors never to be compared or to be matched.
I Loved You Dear Lady, and it was one of the greatest
pleasures in my life to have the experience of your divine essence anytime and anywhere.
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