you get to know someone in that situation.
her sister told me they learned it was complications of her diabetes that caused her death
the last time she texted me she told me she was 30 days sober.
before that text she asked me to write her a card. i was reluctant because i told her i thought we should chill out on conversing so we could both move on with our next chapters – something that’s hard to do when you’ve got one foot in the Past
but i did write the card. i dont remember what i wrote. it was hard to know what to say and the pens were old and didn’t want to work.
it was all so strange.
i was also worried what she wanted it for.
she LOVED being a concierge. she loved being of service.
after a few of her friends started reading my blog they’d eventually ask, “you two are sooo different, what do you talk about?”
She would read me parts of it as we drove.
just holding hands talking about LA.
one day Michelle Obama was a guest at the hotel.
she got the ok, ran and got the toaster, fresh bread, the fixins for cheese toast and went up to the room.To her surprise Barack Hussein Obama opened the door.
Surprise bc it was top secret that he had arrived while she was out buying the toaster.
Mr President, I have read your wife’s book and I know she likes cheese toast,
