This afternoon I am sitting at my desk processing an application for a theatre company to perform a series of David Ives plays when a call gets patched through to my desk. It's my Dad. He sounds like he's been crying.
"I have bad news"
And I just know. The only question is who. Not my brother, please not my brother... was all I kept thinking.
It was my uncle. He died this morning.
And then I get deja vu. Back in August I was sitting at my desk processing an application for a series of David Ives plays when Heidi got patched through and told me that Larry had died.
For now on I will extra cautious when processing requests to do David Ives plays.
That's all I have right now.
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