Judith Lautner (judith) wrote,
Judith Lautner
judith
My friend Steve Lowe died yesterday. He was having trouble breathing and drove himself to the hospital. His sister got a call from the sheriff - he died at the hospital.

Steve was about my age and I expected to have many more good times with him. He was the owner of the Lautner motel, my father's design, and my friend dorothy and I went there for a yearly retreat because we loved it so much.

I haven't quite absorbed it. So unexpected. I am so sad.
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