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My POV
Brian A. Wilson
RIPPLES ON THE POND
Last week, my wife Rose went to a memorial service of a friend. Not that unusual, I suppose. Memorial services and funerals, sadly, happen every day.
And if I said the funeral was for Lynne Weaver, that name probably won't ring a bell with you if you live outside of LA.
Lynne, you see, was one of the people run down and killed in the Santa Monica farmer's market catastrophe.
She worked with Arnold Schwarzenegger to help children. She was the daughter-in-law of actor Dennis Weaver. She ran her own events firm and was married to an active director.
Yet she wasn't famous.
Nonetheless, she had some 400 people at her funeral.
We should all do so well, eh?
Four hundred people who are sorry to see us go, who come together to remember what we did, to share stories of how we touched their lives.
I wasn't a close friend of Lynne's, but because she had touched my wife's life with her work, she had touched mine as well.
And that, friends, is Hollywood in a nutshell. You reach out. You do what you can to help people. You back causes or events or scripts you believe in.
You make your splashes in the water, and you hope the ripples touch lives of people. People you may know a little, or not at all. But you hope when the ripples wash over them, they'll help.
Do that, and you'll be well remembered. Maybe as well remembered as Lynne Weaver, a truly wonderful, giving, talented woman. We'll miss her. But we're thankful for what she has left with us all.
Keep writing.
BW
LA
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