Max Elroy Rolleck was the best Angent/Manager a singer could have. Once he worked with you, he considered you family. He was like a father to me. When my mother got sick and sent to a nursing home, he took me in and took care of me. But when he had been daignosed with lung cancer, things had gotten shaky. Everyone always told him to stop smoking thos fucking cigars. He always told us he'll be okay and cough up blood after saying it. On August 24, 2010 was my biggest performance yet. He was coughing alot that day. He insisted that I went without him instead of cancelling it so I can tend to him; that he would be fine and watch me on the TV screen; but he was wrong.
After I had performed I was so excited to get vack to Max's house. When I got there, there was a note on the front door that said:
"Dear Lili,
I saw your concert and it was great. Im so proud of you. If you get this letter, I went for my last walk on the bridge. I still cant believe you were the same little girl I use to spoon feed. Lung cancer finally caught up to me. Ill be back to say my last goodbyes.
Love,
Max"
I couldnt believe what I was reading. I hurried to the Ben Franklin bridge, his condition had gotten worse while I was gone. He was pail and looked very exhausted. As I got out my car, he stepped on the ledge of the bridge, like he was going to jump.
" Max, what are you doing!"
He shot me a piercing look that went straight to my heart. He jumped.
I stand there motionless; speechless; thoughless.
I quickly ran to the side of the bridge. All I could see was a flashing blue light, like lightening, flash in the water several times. I didnt know what to think of it. All I knew was that Max was gone.
I drove home crying my eyes out, not being able to hardly focus on the road.