I've spent all day in a post-surgery drug haze trying to grasp that it's been three years since I had to guess whether or not I was going to wake Monty up by loudly unloading the dishes in Stage 5.
We never got to know each other personally - but I had a lucky position where I was the front office coordinator and for some reason that involved a lot of Monty requests, ha.
Coffee, office supplies, sleeping at odd hours od the day, and more. There's one that I especially like to remember, and to this day it still makes me smile and giggle.
I worked in the Bungalow, separate from Stage 5 and at the time we had this super fancy coffee maker called a Nespresso. I thought the coffee tasted like warm tar but for some reason Monty was absolutely enamored with it. One day he came up to me and asked if he could have special access into the Bungalow after hours. When I asked why (you needed a really good reason to have after hour access) he muttered something.
I asked again, and got another smattering of syllables. Finally, I told him if he didn't have a good reason I couldn't give him access. He just sighed supper big at me and finally said, "I like the coffee here more than Stage 5."
Still makes me smile remembering that. Monty was a treasure to so many of us and I feel absolutely gifted that I was able to have a few memories with him to call my own.
It hasn't gotten easier, and every February 1st I hope I wake up and it's been the most realistic dream I've ever experienced. But that hasn't happened yet. So, each February 1st I make myself a cup of coffee and hope he's drinking that godawful Nespresso somewhere beautiful. ❤️