We left for Las Vegas at 3:00 am Wednesday morning, less than ten hours after receiving the news my brother in law had suddenly passed away from a heart attack. Then, late Thursday night, I get an email. The Judge scheduled an emergency hearing the following day, in Federal Court! The court where expectations are extremely high and sanctions are given out like cars on the Oprah show.
The next morning while preparing for the hearing, the reality of my lack luster pack job began to set in. My breaths became shorter as I realized the only decent article of clothing was a black polka dot polyester pajama shirt. Time was running short, so I buttoned up my pajama shirt, slid on my joggers and opened my computer and clutched my pocket book. I was ready to be penalized for my not-so-transitional night to day look.
The last time I had an experience similar to this was in Kindergarten. My dad sent me to school in a little mermaid nightgown with my school clothes in tow. It resulted in a call home and an extra snack. This situation was much different.
My anxiety surged with every pause from the Judge. I feared the Judge would call out my bedtime chic apparel. But much to my surprise, it never came. When the hearing ended, I giggled to myself as I wiped the perspiration from my face. The clench on my wallet loosened.
This story is symbolic to life as a litigator: After a roundhouse kick to the face, you get back up. Take the hits and then strategically hit back. I have to up for my clients even if my life has stopped. And I would do it over and over again because that’s how much this job means to me.
The truth is, the reality of what happened still hasn’t set in. Robert had the uncanny ability to connect with every person he encountered; I refer to it now as the Robert Lindsay imprint. His loss is felt by our family. and for me, I will continue to litigate and grieve-hopefully not in pajamas.