What Bea Means to Me: Remembering Bea Arthur
When I found out last night I was devastated. My sweetheart called me from Chicago and asked if I was sitting down; that he had some bad news for me. I braced for the worst but was not prepared when he informed me that my favorite Golden Girl had passed at 86 from a bout with cancer (I HATE that f*cker)! Actually, he didn’t end up having to say anything except,
“You know Bea Arthur?” Everyone knows how I obsess over the Golden Girls and constantly watch reruns on DVR (God bless the Hallmark Channel) so I responded,
“DUH”, when I suddenly realized something was terribly wrong.
“No!” I denied.
“Yes,” he insisted. I was crushed!
I immediately asked for a moment of silence from all of my tweeps in remembrance of her and began the DVR memorial marathon. The show has meant a lot to my whole family because it was a parody of sorts of my grandmother, Dorothy, and her sister, Rose, who lived in West Palm Beach Florida ever since I can remember (before passing).
We’ve all watched so many episodes that holidays have included rounds of Golden Girls Trivia (this year I’m kicking some a$$ by the way). Never again will I be able to wake up hung over and revel in sounding like Bea Arthur without feeling a twinge of sadness (wistful sigh). We’ll miss you, Bea.
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