Death triple whammy. One of the depressing things about being absent at the theatre is hearing about the deaths. Sure, it’s inevitable when you’re working with retirees, but these two three hit me hard.

The very first day I walked in teary eyed because the employee lot was full and I didn’t have money for parking.  Nestor (whom I didn’t know) spotted me the cash.  In the future, when patrons were giving me a hard time, he’d pep talk me with “BAH! fuck those people.” He always reminded me of a more crass version of my dad.

Armine trained me. She wouldn’t take shit from anyone and fiercely independent. which probably stemmed from serving as a military driver in WWII. Even until her death at 91, she was driving a cherry red jaguar.

Helen and Homer were high school sweet hearts. I can only hope to have a relationship like that one day. Helen singlehandedly taught me to accept a compliment. After shunning her nice words she finally said,  “Honey, just shut up and say thank you.” It’s because of her I’m always humbled and appreciative of nice words when they’re said to me.

Fresh out of high school, these people imparted their wisdom on me and I soaked it up like a sponge, making me the lady I am today. So it breaks my heart that I’ll never see them again. They will be missed.