The Superintendent came into my office and invited me to a fundraiser event tomorrow night.  Ordinarily this would have been something the two of us would have attended together. (Although I do have to add that had we actually gone, I would have worried about what you would wear, what you would say, how you might say one thing that impacted and deconstructed my articulated persona.)  I want to go, but I’m terrified of driving there alone, walking into a room with total strangers, sitting at a table and trying to make small talk. You always helped me get through things like this.  You made it possible for me to hide behind your flamboyant personality.  I’m not sure if I can do this without you.