Got the news this morning from Bob. My darling friend Binia has passed away. Funny, brilliant, artistic, unconventional, a little crazy, often too honest for her own good. Earlier this year, after she collapsed into a temporay coma in Spain, she was diagnosed with cancer in nearly every organ of her body. Bob watched over her, first in the hospital, then at home, finally in a hospice, as she slowly sank into a form of semi-oblivion, but free of pain. She, who was such a key observer of life, who enjoyed good company and the fruits of a bohemian life style, and yet also a talented film maker (films on Yoko Ono, Phil Spector), painter, kite flyer and writer of screenplays. Ever a smoker, and a lover of good whisky. Friend of mine from childhood in Polish saturday school, after she left Poland early and settled with her aristocratic family in London. One son with Bob, Sandro, died tragically early when catching meningitis at Bedales School. Also one daughter Romana from an earlier marriage, who survives her. Binia moved with Bob to Spain and with her chow chow, Boyo, before Brexit (which she hated), to spend her last years in the sun in Murcia.
Goodbye, sweet girl. I still have your pictures in my flat to remind me of your talent, your humour, your vibrant life, your capacity to love your friends, but you will be in my heart and my memory for ever.
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