Nita
I’ve been mulling over for a few weeks now, how to put into words what Anita has meant to me through the years. She came into my life when I was a teenager, when she started working for my dad as his secretary. She was part of a large family that became very important to mine. Her dad, Sonny and his brother, Charlie were married to two sisters; her mom, Linda and her aunt Brenda. I always called them “the Potts and Pans” to keep them straight. I remember the whole Potts family being involved in The Living Christmas Tree, and Anita being in the ensemble and how captivating her voice was. There are also memories of cookouts, holidays, and lots of love, and laughter, and I thoroughly enjoyed being a part of it. She became a confidante, someone I could share my heart with, without any fear of judgement. When I was married to my children’s father she sang in the wedding. She had the voice of an angel, but was so very humble about it. I watched her as she and my dad were married. ...