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THERE are a few actors whose movies and shows I’ll always watch – Julia Roberts, Meryl Streep, Kate Winslet, Emma Thompson (and of course, George Clooney because swoon). And then there’s Maggie Smith. I loved her for a long time and then loved her even more when Harry Potter and Downton Abbey came along – especially Downton, where she was so brilliantly acerbic as Violet Crawley with her withering putdowns to everyone from ladies’ maids to lords of the manor.
Hearing she’d died was sad. Yes, she was 89 and had lived a good, long life but knowing she was gone took a little light from the world. And just as the Maggie news sank in came the announcement that Kris Kristofferson had gone too. My dad loved him – he used to sing Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down at the top of his lungs in the car when