Nov. 10th, 2001

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I got a call about 10pm tonight from Martin. He sounded distressed, Martin doesn't cover his emotions very well. He's a very upfront guy. I told him Paul ([livejournal.com profile] zer0ith) and I would be down there right away. The worst came to mind, that his Mom had passed away. I hoped to god he had just broke up with Lindsey. That wasn't the case. Both of us gave him a very big, long hug. Mrs. Zarate had passed away.

Paul and Martin are my closest friends, I couldn't imagine losing my Mom now let alone ever.

Mrs. Zarate was an amazing woman. A physicist, mother of three highly intelligent boys with one of the warmest smilest I've ever seen. Benji is only 15, I hope to god he'll be ok. All that echos through my head is her greeting me like she always would at their house saying "Allo Brodie" in her thick Argentinian accent.

I'm here for you Marz. Anytime, anything.

I just can't imagine.
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Oh yes, and rehearsal went swimmingly. I nailed the concerto, mostly 'cause Mrs. Spleit took it at a very moderate tempo, but I still nailed it *wheel-of-fortune clap track*.

I'm not trying to dramatize this but Mrs. Zarate passing away really has me thinking. Martin must be in total denial, she died the weekend we visited him and he didn't say a word about it. He seemed quiet. Paul, Aaron and I have all decided to call him individually this week to check up on things. Anyone else reading this who's a friend of his give him a shout. I have his number if you need it.

Man...
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*sound of landing gears skidding on the pavement*

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