Priscilla Buckley died this morning.
She died peacefully, at home in Sharon, Conn., at age 90.
It’s with great selfish regret that I relay that news. Selfish because while I believe there is something beyond all human joy awaiting those who live good lives, I’ll miss her. Never have I known a more gracious, rich woman. Rich in experience, happy to share stories from around the world — and National Review and Buckley family history. And also rich in humility, despite her great talent — also just as happy to listen. She was a source of generous encouragement for me personally.