I will miss Nora Ephron, terribly

[Emily Wright]

I was shocked and saddened to learn today of the death of Nora Ephron, one of the most talented woman writer-directors of our era.

 

It seemed just yesterday that I was reading Ms. Ephron's book, "I Remember...Nothing," an anecdotal retelling of her many adventures in theater, publishing, and film. Prior to this, I enjoyed her self-depreciatory examination of growing old, "I Feel Bad About My Neck."

 

In retrospect, the titles seem silly - and they are. But this was the fun of reading Nora Ephron; she could be silly in the most erudite way. Her humor never insulted one's intelligence, quite often the opposite, making you feel special to be "in" on her jokes.

 

Her passing makes me sad in that I was expecting her to entertain me forever. The amazing realization is that she will. We will always have her books, her plays, her films, and the wonderful, dazzling array of anecdotal humor (and drama) that somehow surrounded her and her family. Long live "Sleepless in Seattle!" Long reign "When Harry Met Sally!"

 

I will miss you terribly, Nora Ephron. We will miss you and remember you over and over as your work continues to amaze and entertain us.

 

What saddens us here on earth now regales the hosts of heaven.