My good friend Lally Weymouth, editorial writer for The Washington Post, died yesterday of pancreatic cancer. I have known her for the past 20 years as a notable journalist and fixture in the New York City social scene. To me she was an older sister, a guardian angel and fellow traveler in a family business.
Lally pursued stories with zeal, chasing heads of state across time zones and geographies. Her stories were revealing, often deep conversations in which leaders allowed their true nature to be unveiled.
She was a true friend. When I got prostate cancer, she was tireless in her networking, connecting me ultimately with a large donor who facilitated an introduction to Dr. Peter Scardino, the eminent surgeon.
Her salon lunch in Davos and birthday dinner in Southampton were the stuff of legend. Her guest lists included prime ministers, CEOs, top journalists, and heads of charities. She moderated brilliantly, providing a full picture of the world.
She ran a tight ship at her house. I was chastised for eating a toasted bagel outside of the dining room. I was also told to dress appropriately when coming for a visit to her home, with jacket and slacks required.
She was kind to my children. She took special interest in my eldest, Margot, encouraging her to progress in the family business.
She was deeply conservative, especially on foreign policy. I was, in her eyes, her "far left" friend. She abhorred high taxes and government regulation. She respected strength and courage in all policy matters.
She was always elegant in her Oscar de la Renta dresses and heels. Her hair was always well coiffed, her jewelry immaculate.
She was a unique character who grew up in a family of power and embraced all who were keeping our world charging ahead.
Richard Edelman is CEO.
