My mom, Gladys Maharam, passed away 2 days ago. I have flown to Pittsburgh for the funeral and wake (called shiva as she was Jewish).
Obviously this is a week of hell.
The Cabaret is planned for next weekend and i know there are questions about whether it will continue. I am aware that many people have spent a good deal of money buying plane tickets and making plans, so i just want to let you know: i will not let you down.
I am grateful to all of you, in more ways than i think i can ever get across, and thats not just words, i really mean it. I will not let you down.
You have allowed my life to become something wonderful. You have allowed me to live my dream and to do what i have always wanted, to dedicate myself to the only thing i have ever wanted to do. I love you.
i will not let you down.
i can play piano while crying. And since a good bit of you masochistically like to cry too, i’m in a great position to help you do that. We will sing tales of wonder and weirdness and heartbreak and sadness and maybe even a hair of joy and hope together. The show must go on and go on it will.
I’ll see you there.
Love,
paul
