I was so exhausted yesterday and dizzy that I decided to work half a day from home. At some point I turned the TV on and Superman III was on. I left it and started looking at the TV every once in a while thinking about how Christopher Reeve was whole and an icon. Then I was remembering him as more of a hero in a wheelchair and vying to help others with spinal injuries like him. Then I got really angry remembering how Paul had run his fundraiser and spoke almost daily with Christopher Reeve's daughter during the process and how he had thought her a friend. What kind of friend doesn't call back or doesn't send an email or a card to the widow of someone who is not only supposed to be their friend but who stood up for the foundation and gave them the money from the charity event (even though Lucky Laces and he did all the work, spent all the money and did all the promotion for the event)? OK, this has been stewing for over a year. Not only did they not mention Paul's passing in any way (just like they never promoted the Charity event themselves), but they never even had a lackey send me a card. Anyway, had to get that out. Oh and I called her work number, her personal cell and sent a text. Lucky Laces alerted her as well. She did not call them or me. Shame on you for tarnishing your good father's name and the foundation he and your mom set up.
PS- the quote today was partially from Mighty Mouse (and it also makes me think of Andy Kaufman who Paul loved).
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