Almost a year later, I would get her face tattooed on my arm above a laurel wreath and the words “Thank you for being a friend.” Dorothy Zbornak lives forever on my left bicep.Ī world without Bea Arthur suddenly felt bleak.
I’d sensed it before it was even confirmed, but the news was official: Bea Arthur had passed away.
On April 25, 2009, my phone began to blow up with texts:
