I got a phone call an hour ago. My friend Laurie has died.
He was a showman, an entertainer, enthralling his audience with fascinating characterisations; an artist and master of disguise, he painted his face in shades of green, gold and white, but the thickest of slap couldn’t hide the fact that he was human. Although his smile was a treat that illuminated the senses, it wasn’t needed. Warmth and humour shone through his eyes. He had a life, a history that I wish I could write; leaving a record of all that he was, because
he was a unique marvel and
he meant a great deal to me.
Although the pain is too great at this moment in time for me to write a clever tribute, but I felt I had to fight through the mist of my tears and say something, no matter how inadequate about this beautiful man.
©Jane Paterson Basil