Claudia would support Akasha until she found out "kill all men" excluded Lestat
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âMy first end-of-life patient was a 97-year-old man. He had a much younger girlfriend; she was seventy-four. But they loved each other so much. Back when their spouses were still alive, the four of them had been great friends. They would double date together. And when their spouses passed away, the two of them became a thing. Every day she would come over for lunch. Iâd always cook a little meal for them. Iâd prepare the table; Iâd lay out my little candles and my little flowers. As soon as she arrived Iâd put on music and dim the lights, then Iâd leave the room and go wait in the bedroom. They would cuddle and snuggle. And the beauty of it was, even though he couldnât control his fluids at that point, she never minded the smell. Her love for him was so great that they would still kiss and all that good stuff. When the doctors said that it was time for him to go to hospice, he said he didnât want to go. He told them that he wanted to come back home and die with me. I was with him in the end. My patients never die alone. Never, ever. One week after his passing I was hired by his girlfriendâs family. She had terminal Alzheimerâs, and I ended up staying with her for seven years. I fell in love with her. We were family, just family. She used to be a tap dancer. Weâd sing together. And if she didnât feel like singing, Iâd sing. Even near the end, she always knew when something was wrong with me. When I wasnât being the Gabby that she knew, she would always know. When the doctors said it was time for her to go to hospice, her children said: âWe want her to die with Gabby.â In the final days she wouldnât eat, sheâd lock her jaw. But she would always eat for me. One night I could see the fright in her eyes, and I knew it was time. My patients never die alone. Never, ever. So I climbed under the covers with her. And she passed away in my arms.â
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âI was seventeen. Only child, not a lot of friends. But I had a plan. I was going to become an actress, get a role on All My Children, meet my husband on setâ and when that was all over, Iâd host a talk show. Kelly Ripa did it; I could do it too. Back then it seemed like every woman on television had gotten their start as beauty queen. So my senior year I decided to enter my schoolâs Homecoming Queen competition. It was organized like a Ms. America pageant. But this was a rough high school, only one other girl signed up, so I had a good shot. My whole family got behind me. My mom was a seamstress. We noticed that in most pageants we watched, the winner wore a white dress. So she sewed me a white dress that I picked out of Seventeen Magazine. First came the interview portion, and thatâs when the trouble started. The judges asked me about the Anita Hill testimony; I wasnât ready for that. I was ready for world peace. They were supposed to ask me about my goals, so I could say world peace. But that didnât happen. The talent portion was later that night at the homecoming dance. The whole school was there. I chose a Sheena Easton song; poor choice. Not the right crowd for that. The other girl chose âI Feel Goodâ by Stephanie Mills, and she had the whole crowd singing along. Thatâs when I knew it was over. But then, a miracle. The guidance counselor quieted everyone down, and announced the winner: it was me. Me! It was my Kelly Kapowski moment. Everyone was cheering, the other girl congratulated me. But it only lasted five seconds, because the guidance counselor said: âWait a second, Iâm sorry. Joanna is the runner-up.â It was the worst moment of my life. In fact, the only thing that got me through COVID was knowing that it could not possibly, possibly be worse than that moment. And hereâs a twist for you. Remember that guidance counselor? Several years later I ended up acting alongside his son in a play at Queens College. In one scene I pulled a gun on him, and the director was like: âWe need more anger. Think about something that makes you angry.â I was like: âWell, thatâs easy. His father ruined my senior year. And quite possibly, my entire life.â
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After seeing her cry the night before cause she couldnât go to the casino with me, I brought the casino to her and took pics for memories.
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