The loss

What does one do when their hero dies? Bring back memories of what made that person a hero. When I was a child growing up, my hero or heroine as they used to be called was Elizabeth Taylor. I loved everything about her, admired her hair, her figure, her acting, her choice in husband, her lovely eyes and eyebrows. My room was full of her pictures and if I ws going to pursue another career, it would have been to act because she drew me to the profession with her wide array of characters.
Almost every news story today has been about her love life. It was wild but she came from a generation of women who did not live with men unless they were married. It is always the lead story. Let the lead be the wonderful actress and humanitarian that she was. Let's talk about her roles and what she brought to the screen.
I have seen so many of her movies, I have probably forgotten more than I remember. In that time of living differently, probably my favourite would be The V.I.P.'S. As soon as I saw her smoke a cigarette, I knew that I wanted to look just like her. I hope that anyone reading this will remember that smoking used to be cool.
She was lovely in that film and in my opinion at her loveliest. My favourite photo, her and Mike Todd and their little daughter, shortly after her birth.
She was great, a true legend, a gorgeous beauty and a fine actress. May she rest in peace.