Natasha wore a gold sequined dress that night but she was shinier than even the dress. Her energy and happiness spilled over to me and we spent a couple of hours sitting in wicker chairs and laughing under the stars. I found her so easy to talk to and, as rarely happens, I was treated as a friend and not a stranger by her.
I didn’t know Natasha was a skier and I was shocked and saddened to hear of her sudden loss this week. As some of you may know, I have been skiing 43 days this season and I have worn a helmet every day. I don’t wear a conventional helmet. Instead I fancy a rugby scrum cap that I filched from UC Santa Cruz in 2000. It makes me a better skier because I feel secure in it.
I will miss the great Natasha and her smile. And I beg of all my friends to wear headgear on the slopes because the human melon is soft and juicy and like all perfect things it was not built to last.