Okay, this one really sucks. Nancy was a force. And still is really. Her body died, but her spirit never will. OMG. This woman used to scare the shit out of me. She would “make” people at work cry. But after I learned that they deserved to cry, I loved her even more.
Nancy is everything I wish I would be. Straight shooter. What you see is what you get. I TRY to be that, but I guess I don’t have the position, power or finesse she had.
I think Nancy was an old soul. Even older that I think I am. And I think my soul is pretty old.
Nancy and I bonded during a “Respect for Diversity” training session. Which was a total joke. I work for an international non-profit that has at least one of EVERYTHING. And I have never heard of a problem.
Anyway, we were randomly selected to be in these groups to mull over bullshit and Nancy kept looking at me and rolling her eyes. And whispering smarty-ass stuff under her breath. I fell in love.
She was the right hand to one of the most influential men in the world. He said that his life will never be the same again.
True. For him and for so many of us.