If some persons died, and others did not die, death would be a terrible affliction.
I grew up in Kingston, Jamaica, as the youngest of four children and the only girl. My father died when I was only a year and a half. He was killed in a car accident when he was 26.
My dad died when I was 23. His death was sudden and shocking – the result of a car crash – and I never got to say goodbye.
I did nine episodes of ‘John Doe.’ I died of boredom.
I haven’t died in a movie in a while,’The Departed,’ ‘Body of Lies,’ ‘Revolutionary Road,’ ‘Shutter Island’ and ‘Inception.’ I guess I did die in ‘The Departed.’
When I was six years old, my mother died; and then, for the first time, I learned, by the talk around me, that I was a slave.
My father died when I was 7. I was his favorite child, and he was my beloved father. I brought him along with me all through my life. Every elderly man has a bit of my father in him for me.
My mother had taught shorthand and typing to support us since my father died, and secretly she hated it and hated him for dying and leaving no money because he didn’t trust life insurance salesmen.
Failure saves lives. In the airline industry, every time a plane crashes the probability of the next crash is lowered by that. The Titanic saved lives because we’re building bigger and bigger ships. So these people died, but we have effectively improved the safety of the system, and nothing failed in vain.
My father died when I was young, and my mother, Ruth, went to work in an office selling theater and movie parties. She put me through private school, Horace Mann, in Riverdale. She sent me to camp so that I would learn to compete. She was a lioness, and I was her cub.
