A Eulogy for Marie Colvin

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Rosemarie Colvin (left), mother of slain Times of London correspondent Marie Col

Rosemarie Colvin (left), mother of slain Times of London correspondent Marie Colvin, follows the casket of her daughter after a funeral at St. Dominic's Catholic Church in Oyster Bay, N.Y., March 12.

From the DailyBeast: American journalist Marie Colvin was killed on assignment in Syria last month. Read her longtime friend, Katrina Heron's tribute.

On behalf of Marie’s family, thank you for coming today to celebrate her life. These surroundings are, it must be said, a bit sedate for her taste. Marie would take one look around—so delighted to see all the people here whom she loved—and say, “Um, can we move this party? I know a great little place down the street ...”

That voice is unmistakable, isn’t it? Expansive, amused, irresistibly self-confident, self-deprecating. Full of passion, full of belief. Fierce in its loyalties, alive. Always creating space, never merely filling it. Marie sought out delight, beauty, wisdom, truth—and fun. She came “trailing clouds of glory”—and pandemonium. We have enough wonderful stories for many lifetimes.

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