Today was the memorial service for Leta, friend to many. The reverend even commented on how full the church was; "It doesn't look like this on Sunday!" What a testament to her spirit - unfailingly sunny, kind, generous, supportive... The list goes on and on.
I called her my theater mentor because when I got started in community theater, I could always count on her for encouragement as I spread my wings and tried new things. She would send me the occasional audition notice until I got a handle on where to find them myself. She called me once about sewing body bags for a show she was directing (Incorruptible). That was an interesting conversation, and funny because we were so matter-of-fact about it. "How tall are the people?" "Oh, most of these aren't for real people; just for fake bodies." And so on. Ah, the nuts and bolts of bringing a show to the stage. 😊
Leta was like that for so many people - among other things, she wrote and directed plays for young people, encouraging them in their love of anything and everything theater-related. On stage, off stage - didn't matter. Leta was delighted to support them.
Her father recounted a Facebook entry Leta posted back in November which he called "Leta's creed." He felt so strongly about it that he had copies printed out for people to pick up at the memorial service. I'll enter it in a separate post.
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