Sunday, January 26, 2014

It Seems Like Just Yesterday...

I do some of my best and most relaxing thinking when driving in my car. It is also a time when I think of my daughter with both happy and sad thoughts. Today’s thought centered around the fact that time has a way of passing so quickly. How can it be so long...1994?  In a split second she was gone that March.

It seems like just yesterday that she was so happy in her job at the music center in L.A. and meeting such fabulous famous people as the marketing director. I remember one month she let me know that Barry Manilow would be entertaining at a charity event. “Oh, I wish I could come,” I told her. (At the time Barry was my favorite singer). “Well, I’ll tell you what, she said, “since I am in charge of this event, if you want to fly out to L.A. that afternoon, bring a long black skirt and a white blouse, I’ll let you be one of the hostesses. (They all wore black and white.) You’ll get to meet him, and hear him sing. All you have to do is greet people and pretend you also work at the music center.”

“Done,” I said. I made plane reservations, and off I went. When she saw my outfit, she said, “Perfect, you’re hired.” What a great time we had that night hearing all those great songs he used to sing and meeting interesting people.

She would tell me inside stories of some of the stars she had to work with. Just to name two, when Michael Crawford came to star in Phantom, she commented how nasty he was to everyone who tried to be helpful to him before he went on stage. (Maybe he had had a bad day, I ventured, but my daughter didn’t think that was the case.) She also said she thought Charlton Heston was the nicest man she had met in all the years she worked there. He was kind to those who showed him around and when it came to interviews, was always willing to give them to the press. She also enjoyed Yo-Yo Ma, the famous cellist, who she called ‘really cool.’

It seems like just yesterday we were yakking on the phone about their next trip or the next holiday I would see them in Arizona. She always made sure that she was fair to her dad and me and we always shared holidays, one year she came to me, the next was dad’s turn. It definitely helped to keep the divorce a friendly one.

It seems like just yesterday that I went to L.A. for her engagement party and we decided to go house hunting. I was so shocked at some of the prices of homes in 1993 that needed a lot of work, but were in good locations. They were four times what we paid in Arizona at the time, but I remember her words: “L.A. is expensive and there is no way around it. If you want something nice, you pay through the teeth.” She never got to buy a home. Four months after returning from her honeymoon, she was dead.

Time passes very fast. I often wonder what her life would have been like if she had been able to fulfill all her hopes and dreams and also what my life would have been like to watch it all happen. The sad part is knowing it never will happen.

I also want to tell everyone to enjoy your life every single day, every single minute, because you never know what life will bring to you or what can happen in a split second.