I think I've been in denial about the passing of Nora Ephron. I adored her writing, loved her humor, and especially enjoyed the way she portrayed female friendship. But I haven't written about her myself here because I just can't seem to wrap my head around the fact that she's gone. Didn't it just happen too soon?
One of the funny things I've heard about Ephron was from her dear friend Sally Quinn, who wrote a beautiful and heartfelt essay about her for the Washington Post. She said:
"And she always told us what to do. Nora would find the perfect thing to eat or drink or root for, and we would all follow suit. One summer it was champagne grapes. Another year it was Campari and blood-orange juice. Another it was tres leches shipped in ice from an Austin restaurant. It was relaxing, really."
Do you love that quote or what? Think about what she's saying here: that her friend was a bit bossy to be around, but it was rather comforting. I loved that.
When we think about our friends, they have quirks. No one is perfect. Some friends love our quirks, and some tolerate them.
I think Rita Wilson said it perfectly when she wrote that "Nora Ephron was a one of a kind woman, and an extraordinary talent. We all know that. She was also a one of a kind friend. An extraordinary friend."
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