Claudia works as an usher at Davies. She is from Italy so her name is pronounced cla-OO-dee-a.
I try to get to know the ushers a little bit. We work together in the front of the house. When there are problems, it helps for us to know one another.
Claudia has always been friendly enough although somewhat reserved. She’s there to do a job not prattle.
Last week, however, I saw her and she had a stony expression on her face. The phrase ‘thousand yard stare’ came to my mind. I don’t know her well enough to have asked directly if something was wrong so I went to the head usher.
He told me Claudia’s son had just died. OMFG. He was in his thirties, living in Italy and had a heart attack.
The house wasn’t open yet, so I was able to go to Claudia and talk to her for a minute or two. In my clumsy attempt to console her, I said that I had lost my son three years ago. She said she knew about Zach. She told me she had brought her son’s ashes back to the US with her. We swapped a couple of stories about spreading ashes.
I felt better for having gone to her. We are work colleagues but humans too.