It was the only time she stayed up…when Joan was on.
I felt very sad when my friend Amy wrote to tell me she had died. Yesterday I was so optimistic when I heard she was so ill…that somehow she’d pull through.
She had conquered many things in her 81 years from succeeding in a predominantly male profession to surviving her husband’s suicide in 1987. Of course she’ll rally…it’s Joan after all.
My heart breaks for Melissa, her only daughter, who bravely took her off life support. They moved her from the ICU at Mount Sinai Hospital to a private room decorated by a good friend so those who loved her could come say good bye. I held it together until I read they brought her dogs.
I used to see her on 62nd Street, where she lived, walking Spike, her beloved Yorkshire Terrier she had for eighteen years. She was tiny, like a petite well-dressed doll, something you wouldn’t expect from a force so tremendous.
The late David Brenner, Melissa’s godfather, once told me what an amazing friend she was, especially when you weren’t at your best. She’d be the first one to call, the first at your door.
It’s hard to believe in one year they’re both gone.
I can only hope wherever we go when we depart this earth, it’s to a galaxy where what we love continues. In the little girl from Larchmont’s case, it was being funny…so I’m gonna bet she’ll sell out heaven in a heartbeat, and David will be there to escort her to the stage.
“Ladies and Gentleman, Angels and Saints….The One and Only….Miss Joan Rivers.”
I’d like to dedicate this post to my friend Amy who loved Joan.