How sad that the writer dismissed the death of Valerie Eliot with the remark "I didn't know she was still alive". That will probably be said of most of us.
However, it did remind me of a piece Blake Morrison wrote about her when the film "Tom and Viv" came out.
http://www.independent.co.uk/arts-en...k-1372161.html
It's a long piece but for those not inclined to read it all, I'd just like to quote the last paragraph:
... she is heartened by the letters that come, from those who find The Waste Land or the Four Quartets still speak to them. And she has not given up hope yet that plays of his, such as The Cocktail Party and The Family Reunion, will be revived on the London stage. One day, too, she knows the letters will be there, complete, on the shelves: her life's work, in effect her autobiography. And then posterity can judge her - not as a muse, but as the woman who made Tom Eliot happy.
Rest in peace, Valerie. There are worse ways to be remembered.