My friend, Lisa from work passed away two months ago. I just found out this morning. She was my work friend at the nostalgic hotel that carries a Cuban ambience. Every now and then, one could catch the essence of the mafia overseeing the gaming, in this 1957 establishment.
Lisa was a petite Italian woman in her 60s but looked 40. She was Housekeeping and came to work looking like a glamorous model. She had shoulder length auburn hair and styled it in a flip. We would talk every time, we saw each other. She took pride in her job— not only with her outward appearance but her hard work and dedication. Her ethics were on an all-time high and yet, management made her feel unappreciated. She was stressed because they were understaffed and loaded her with work for three people. She continuously cleaned the bathrooms, only to find it filthy in a matter of seconds. Guests had no regard of whom would pickup after them. I remember hugging her and told her how much I appreciated her. Besides, what I say matters more than management! She laughed!
Her smile was beautiful, inviting and always lifted my spirits. It helped me to continue being positive with guests and accommodating them with massage services.
In the powder room, we talked about her first love after she heard about my book, Pieces of Victory. I told her that she will be captivated by the love story part of my book! She immediate reminisced of her soulmate in Italy. He attempted to travel to her after reconnecting but it was too late... he passed away.
She seemed so sad and stressed the last six months at the Cuban themed hotel as if she were just doing time so to speak.
Today, I found out from another Housekeeper that she is no longer with us at least, in the physical form. I was so sad but thought about the turmoil she was in... here in this realm. Now, her metaphoric chains have broke and is free to be with her one-true-love.
I promised her a massage last Christmas. She never took me up on that offer. Perhaps tonight, I will give Lisa one when... I visit her in my dreams.
—Jeneen Miller, Author