Once I hung up the phone it was within the five minutes of sitting there before it hit and my heart broke.
The woman I have had as a client, the seventy eight year old woman that had been wearing wigs since they were launched that rubbed her hair until it fell out. The woman that worked as a waitress until a year and a half ago. The woman that was constantly giggling and laughing. The woman that would banter with Jackie during her massage. The woman that offered me money to expand my business because she believed in me that much. The woman I saw less than 2 months ago, and talked to only weeks ago – was gone.
Ryan worked late last night, so I had a few hours to cope, take it in.
He text me on the way home, we discussed dinner and the fact we had bad days and that’s when I said he didn’t know the half of it. The return text said that we would talk about it when he got home.
I snapped back “Willa is dead. What’s there to talk about?”
The moment he walked in the door, he walked up to me, hugged me & I broke.
because business isn’t just business – it gets personal.
it’s inevitable – just like death.