I knew Carole was very ill. The amount of operations and treatments she has had to endure over the last few years was harrowing. But she was a fighter to the end.
Carole was always a very private person, but now I think I can tell my favorite story about her.
It was during the East Coast blackout of 2003 that I found myself stranded in Manhattan with no way to get home. My company had just moved to the Wall Street area and I had nowhere to turn. So I walked up to her apartment (then on 56th Street). She took me in without hesitation, drew me a bath and fed me dinner. The next day, she ministered to the blood blisters on the soles of my feet. I remember sitting in her kitchen thinking "My favorite actress and a Tony Award winner - and she's cleaning my bleeding feet". She also gave me a blouse (which I've kept to this day) so I wouldn't have to go home in the drenched-with-sweat one I was wearing.
To say I will miss her doesn't begin to express my feelings. |
