Dear, dear Tod. I’m sitting in a room looking out over the skyline of New York City - sky that turned pink while I read your beautiful tribute to Annie. I was so moved by Annie’s willingness to take the Porter story so personally, to share her dire circumstance, to trust all of us with such dreadful news. And here, you so willing to give…
Dear, dear Tod. I’m sitting in a room looking out over the skyline of New York City - sky that turned pink while I read your beautiful tribute to Annie. I was so moved by Annie’s willingness to take the Porter story so personally, to share her dire circumstance, to trust all of us with such dreadful news. And here, you so willing to give us the handprint of your friendship with Annie. I am so so sorry for your loss.
Dear, dear Tod. I’m sitting in a room looking out over the skyline of New York City - sky that turned pink while I read your beautiful tribute to Annie. I was so moved by Annie’s willingness to take the Porter story so personally, to share her dire circumstance, to trust all of us with such dreadful news. And here, you so willing to give us the handprint of your friendship with Annie. I am so so sorry for your loss.
Thanks you Gail.