| Of the various times I met Mrs. Bradbury thru the years, she was always pleasant and gracious to me, as well as others around her.
I remember a time they both were together in Santa Barbara, attending a writer's meeting, and both dressed alike. Maybe consciously, maybe unconsciously. At the time, both supported a head of nearly white hair. There was no doubting, even at first glance by a stranger, that these two 'belonged' together....
Mrs. Bradbury seemed to be always there, the few times I was over the house. Answering the door, or entering into conversation with Ray and myself, befriending me, tho I had come to see Ray. On one occassion, I rushed out to their house to tell Ray he just had to see the movie, Chariots of Fire. Can you imagine that? It was a movie I found that he MUST see. In a moment, Mrs. Bradbury was there, in the living room, joining in the conversation, not 'tolerating' one of Ray's odd friends, but genuinely interested in what I had to say. She loved Ray very much, from many situations I happened by on.
But these things, the passing of Mrs. Bradbury, these break the heart forever. This will change Ray profoundly. He loved her dearly, unspeakably dearly, too... |