Here’s my young looking boss and friend Tiziana Buttignol holding her grandson. I told her she looked like a filmstar breezing into Toronto for the festival. Although I’ve worked for her five years, most of our communication is by email.
Not surprising, I suppose, that I learned via email of her death Monday June 29. A heart attack should only happen to overweight smokers
or 92 year olds who have no one to look after them. It’s not fair.
And I still catch myself going to email her with ideas or articles I’ve seen that maybe could translate into a piece for our magazine. Her emails seem so alive to me.
Now the rest of us have the most difficult job of putting out an issue without her at the helm.