I had forgotten about all the thank you cards that I wanted to write. this is a task that I thought I could have completed by the end of november 2024. then I extended the deadline to new year’s eve. but here we are. it is not an easy job—I’m trying to write real good messages to people who loved eddie, who showed me and the family love and support, and who mean everything to me while I continue on this healing journey.
I went to the hotel lobby bar to write some cards. I can’t tell you which hotel but there are two trees involved. I sipped wine and got through a couple and then tried to write the hardest one—for eddie’s assistant/mentee/work little brother. it wasn’t easy…very emotional; and you are not allowed to cry in nice bars. The man in the suit will ask you to leave.
shawanna came and met me for a round of drinks. she made me laugh. and within the span of an hour I cried, I laughed, and then I cried because I was laughing so hard. life rules.
12:21 am.