On September 11, 2001, when I was driving, I received a message from my friend, Heather Mac Rae: “Sorry to hear about Berry Berenson, but she was in one of the planes that crashed into the trade towers.”
Stunned, I pulled the car off the road and thought about what a good person Berry was and what a good friend she had been to many.
She had suffered bravely through her husband, Tony Perkins, whom she had loved dearly and had given birth to his two strapping sons, Osgood and Elvis.
After they had grown up, she had moved to Jamaica to begin a new life. She had met a new man who made her feel good about herself and for this I am grateful.
To me, Berry was pure sunshine. Her smile lit up a room. She could comfort like no other. She loved many even those who to me seemed unlovable. She was...