Anthea

Anthea did what she felt was right, always. If she thought someone needed help, she would be the first person there, going out of her way to do the best she could. If she thought of someone, she would reach out and call. No wondering, no second guessing. Perhaps that is the biggest lesson I learnt from Anthea. And it is a lesson one must take to heart. So, pick up that phone, call that person you’ve been meaning to call. There isn’t always time, you know.

What was striking about her, also, was that she was such an astute observer. Perhaps that’s what made her such a fine actor. She would notice things that most wouldn’t and then she’d pass on these little nuggets of wisdom and insight that would go a long way in keeping the show on the road. As a director, more than her wonderful acting abilities, it was this innate quality that shone out when working with her. Not to mention the cakes, the pastries, the yummy stuff that somehow magically mushroomed around her.

Then there is the childlike glee she took in most things. Her approach to life was one of joy and wonder. She lit up the room with her laughter, her lilting voice carrying across far, and when you heard it, you knew that happiness was around.

So, there you have it, that impossible combination of the Elder Statesman and the Inner Child. That was Anthea. Some stars just shine too bright and are gone too soon. And those left behind can only feel blessed to have been touched by them.

Goodbye, dear, dear Anthea, I hope I can presume to speak on behalf of the Dubai Theatre community—so many of whom have now spread their wings all around the world—by saying that you will be missed, you are remembered ever so fondly, and thank you for just being you.