Every weekday afternoon I tune in to listen online to Nicolle Wallace’s show on MSNBC. Deadline White House is the only daytime TV I make time for.
I am normally doing other things during the two hours she is on, but I listen. Yesterday I was cleaning my very dusty apartment and giving Charlie a bath.
I’m not sure how I learned about her, but I’m so glad I did. She is a beacon of light within a shadow of darkness.
She has guests and pundits and all that on her show. But I tune in because of her heart.
Wallace also served as a senior advisor for John McCain’s 2008 presidential campaign.
Wallace said in November 2019 that she was now a “non-practicing Republican“. But it wouldn’t matter to me if she was a polka-dotted elephant.
At the end of each show, Nicolle Wallace devotes a segment to “Lives Well Lived.”
That’s when she talks about someone who has died of COVID-19. She tells stories about them. Brings them to life for the rest of us.
When she’s getting ready to start this segment, I stop whatever I’m doing and sit down. I listen fully because life is sacred. And I feel the need to hear the stories about these people and to honor them.
Yesterday it was about a grandmother who once owned a very popular Arkansas restaurant and was famous for her peanut butter pie.
I believe a day or so before that it was an 18 year old girl who died the day after Christmas.
Sometimes Nicolle loses it toward the end. And I lose it right along with her.
She quickly gets herself under control. But because I’m not on TV, I can cry big ugly sloppy tears. And I often do.
Some days I call Laura in Atlanta and say: “Did you just hear what Nicolle said?” And she knows who I’m talking about.
It’s almost like Nicolle is a friend.
Like I think of you as my friends, and hope you feel the same way about me. Well, those of you who aren’t angry with me this week.
Even if we don’t always agree, I hope we’re still friends.
Because that’s the way life is. The way it’s supposed to be. Everyone has a voice and a right to their own individual opinion.
Life matters. Words matter.
Her “Lives Well Lived” segments are always such a beautiful and poignant tribute to those who’ve died of COVID-19.
Every life lost to this horrific virus should have nothing less than our full attention.
“We shall find peace. We shall hear angels, we shall see the sky sparkling with diamonds.” —Anyon Chekov