I'm on deadline and two weeks away from my wedding, so forgive the lack of new posts. Also, just to warn you, this one isn't funny.
Last Thursday, as I was rushing to an appointment with my florist, I got a call from the salon where I'm getting my hair done for the wedding.
"I'm calling about your appointment on October 19," the caller said. "I have some bad news."
"Um?" I said (I think.)
"Francis passed away." she said. Francis is my hairstylist. Was my hairstylist. And he wasn't old.
"Oh my God!" I said.
"Yeah," the operator sounded emotional.
I wish I could have hung up and left it at that, but my craziness kicked before I could think about it.
"Um, do you have anyone ... else ... who could do my hair that day?" I felt awful, but in my defense I had only seen Francis twice, so while it's very sad it wasn't a great personal loss for me. And these things need to be figured out. Also, I guarantee, you tell a bride her own FATHER has died and she'll say "Who's going to walk me down the aisle then?"
Anyway, Francis was a sweet and lovely man, and I'm so sad that I won't get to see him again.