Early this morning, Indianapolis actress Mary Potts died. She was active in the local theatre community for a long time. I am sorry that I never got to see her perform. By the time I met her, she already had health problems.
However, I am very grateful that I got to meet her and spend time with her on two separate social occasions. I loved her feisty theatre stories. Even more, I loved that she seemed to sincerely like me for myself, not for what I might write about her. The last time a few of us met for dinner, as we were all saying goodbye, she hugged me and quietly told me I was beautiful.
That doesn’t happen to me very often.
I think there will be an event celebrating her life in a month or so. Her friend, Joe, tells me she did not want a funeral. Another friend, Diane, is starting to collect stories and anecdotes from people who knew Mary at all stages of her life. I’ll look forward to hearing them. It will be a privilege.
But right now, the little I know of Mary at the end of her life is enough to make me feel grateful. She is a role model for me: it is never too late to make a difference in someone else’s life with your actions and your words and your presence. Mary Potts certainly made a difference in mine.
Hope Baugh – www.IndyTheatreHabit.com