On New Year’s Day, I flew into Newark and was relieved to see an empty Customs area. I quickly navigated the rows of line dividers, absent-mindedly glancing a television set posted along one of the posts.
My heart sank.
I stopped to listen to the news of Natalie Cole’s passing.
I’m in New York City for my grandmother’s funeral. It concludes this evening after a long service which started yesterday.
My first blog of 2016 unites two unforgettable women.