right now, it is all I can think about.

I can't write.
I can't concentrate.
My favorite director -
the woman I wanted to be,
the woman who knew what I could do before I did,
but never told me,
so I could realize it myself -
is dead.

"She wasn't feeling well, got some blood work which revealed cancer.
Soon, she slipped into a coma and never woke up."

I have to believe she chose to go that way.
I have to.

Nobody told Claudia Asbury what to do.
Nobody.

I miss her.
I loved her.

I remember her saying something to me after my last show -
something about how I was talented -
but I can't remember what she said.
I hate that I can't remember what she said and therefore,
if she really said it.

I suppose it doesn't matter.
I knew her.
I learned from her.

Goodbye.

Claudia Asbury was a Sophisticated Lady.