|Natalie Maria Cole|
(February 6, 1950 – December 31, 2015)
It was as if her dad, the late great, Nat King Cole never really passed away. And how ironic that she would leave this earth, just as we were listening to our last few days of "White Christmas."
Even though we knew she was quite ill and had fought tremendous odds, beating addiction and surviving a kidney transplant, whenever we saw her on TV, she always had a smile and was so poised and put together.
More than that, she was one of the first people that I can recall, you actually admitted that she wasn't perfect, that she struggled like all of us and that it's okay to fall - as long as you get up. I remember reading in "Jet" magazine back in the day about how happy she was to become a wife and then a mother.
And, of course, there was the magical, almost "eerie" way she recorded with her dad, decades after he was gone.
But what I remember most is the fun and good times we all had dancing and singing along to her music.
It sounds cliché but she truly is gone but will never be forgotten.