Anna Rose Bryant
Friday, October 5, 2001

To Those Who Loved Anna Rose,

Wes and I wrapped up our visit as we walked back to office. (See 9/4/01)  I asked Wes if we had lost anyone else from the class -- Mid-Pacific Institute, Honolulu, Hawai`i, Class of 1969 .  I knew about Patrick Ching, of course.  We lost him in a car accident, during our college years.  And Leighton Ho, a few years later in a diving accident.  

I was not prepared to hear what I heard next: "Anna Rose died this summer."    This was stunning news that momentarily took my breath away.

Anna Rose, so full of life!  

Raised by her grandmother on Kaua`i, she was brimming with confidence, sassily precocious, and overflowing with talent. She was explosion.

She had a voice.  A big voice. A lusty soprano, she won lead roles in our high school plays.  She was Lola, the slinky vamp from Hell, in Damn Yankees, purring, "Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets..." and Linda Low, the coquettish sex kitten, in Flower Drum Song, who crooned,  "I enjoy being a girl..."

From the school choir, the choir director selected six of us to form a sextet of blended three-part harmonies -- a 1960s version of a high school girl band. Donning our oh-so-sophisticated, ice blue satin mini dresses held up with sparkly rhinestone spaghetti straps, we were at the pinnacle of our little teen world.

Anna Rose couldn't help it; her voice didn't know how to not to stand out, to blend as one. She was The Star, our own sizzling Diana Ross. And funny, how the rest of us never minded being her backups, her "Supremes". This outcome was so Anna Rose. Her magnificent talent shone brightly, not to be denied, and she carried us. 

We toured the outer islands, singing "Try to Remember" and "Begin the Beguine.  The highlight for us was singing on the Hawai`i Calls radio show at the Banyan Court of the Moana Hotel in Waikiki. 

Anna Rose has departed, and Earth feels lonelier.  As for Heaven, it will never be the same.  Anna Rose's ebullient spirit has arrived!

Bless you, Anna Rose, you are a Phenom who is being missed. Now I'll have to wait 'til I get on the other side to see you again.

You lived life, beautifully. Anna Rose, you are an unmitigated success:

"She has achieved success who has lived well, laughed often, and loved much; who has enjoyed the trust of pure women, the respect of intelligent men, and the love of small children; who has filled her niche, and accomplished her task; who has left the world better than s he found it, whether by an improved poppy, a perfect poem, or a rescued soul; who has never lacked appreciation of earth's beauty , or failed to express it; who has always looked for the best in others, and given them the best he had; whose life was an inspiration; whose
memory a benediction."

~ Bessie Anderson Stanley 
(Prize-winning definition in a contest sponsored by Brown Book Magazine, Boston, 1904) 

Before going to bed, I typed in her name in the search box at  This popped up in mere seconds:  

>>  Anna Rose Bryant

Thank you, Anna Rose's friends, for remembering her on your website. Your words were a comfort to me. I commend you for recognizing a treasure in your midst, and for celebrating a life effervescent. 

I join you in your celebration of a life well-lived.  I join you in your grief. 


"Life is a Gift."


Try to remember the kind of September, when life was slow and oh so mellow,
Author Unknown


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This web journal was created on a September Morn, September 29, 2001.
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