|photo by incomparable Jenni Werndorf|
In the saddest of news, one of my oldest friends from childhood, Audrey, lost her husband, the great jazz guitarist Jeff Golub, on New Year's morning. He had been suffering from a rare and incurable neurodegenerative disease, and he and Audrey had chosen to forego life-prolonging treatment, so his passing was peaceful. But damn, I'm so sad for Audrey, for their two young sons, for all of us to have lost this dear, warm and talented man so soon. Audrey is one of the strongest women I know, and I hate being so far away from her at this time. It's weird to go about the day -- like everything's all normal -- holding this inside. I swallow the lump in my throat, think bewildered thoughts, send love to Audrey. I don't know about anything sometimes. Life.