I attended the public viewing for Miss Tyson this morning at Harlem's legendary Abyssinian Baptist Church. It was a surreal experience to stand mere feet away from one of my heroes who has now departed--and doubly so since I just so happened to have finished reading her memoir just prior to getting there. She looked absolutely resplendent in purple. The only thing that betrayed her age were her hands. I'm so grateful that I was able to pay my respects in person. Unforgettable.
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