Bea Arthur’s passing shouldn’t come as a surprise. The brilliant actress and comedienne was 86 years old after all, but her death has rocked me to my core. Perhaps I’m already sensitive after losing one hero this month already, my dear friend and companion, Crystal Quiroz, or perhaps its because Bea Arthur was more to me than just a star on TV or stage.
I grew up with Bea. My mother and I spending countless nights watching the Golden Girls. Even to this day, we catch the re-runs and talk gleefully about the shenanigans of those women. Each year during cold session when my voice would go an octave lower I’d gleefully proclaim, “I sound like Bea Arthur.” Truth be told, I sounded more like Harvey Fierstein than Ms. B, but I knew her first and always appreciated the laughs.
For all the late night, munchy-filled occasions when you and your crew of lady friends on television lifted my spirits after a long day, thank you for being a friend, Ms. B. You will be sorely missed but fondly remembered.