Still here. Gert's birthday is on Saturday and we're feverishly preparing for her shindig. Hiring the dancing clowns, the spaceship, and all the nation's court jesters to please her.
Actually, it's not a big party. But we have to clean the house and prepare. With all the work my wife and I have to do on a daily basis in the first place it seems that sweeping throws us for a curve.
Plus it's that time of year for me. I always get in a funk around Thanksgiving and it seems to be hitting early this year.
Why a funk? Well, in 1978 my dad died right before Thanksgiving. In 1981 I was in the hospital being diagnosed with Diabetes over Thanksgiving. And in 1995 my mom went into the hospital for the last time on Thanksgiving. She died on December 5th.
So, I always feel sad. I'm cool with the whole Diabetes thing. But even after all this time the parent thing still gets me. Maybe the whole sense of loss is what has fueled me to try and not miss a thing with my kids, to the detriment of almost everything else. I suppose I fear something will happen to me and my kids will have regrets. Or not be able to remember me. Or something.
Anyway, I've created a new radio mix on the subject. It's a two hanky rating for my sisters. Don't worry, it's not all sad songs.
It's funny, I have issues communicating my feelings on this subject but I don't mind letting others take care of it. I think "Please Tell My Brother" will send one of my sisters into hankyland. "Circle Game" always does that to another sister. The third? I'm going to guess "You'll Never Walk Alone". Or maybe "Too-Ra-Loo-Ra-Loo-Ral".
My brothers? They might get choked up, but they won't admit it. Well, Marty would. But the other guys will just say, "Huh? Naw, I'm still stinging over the Don Denkinger call in the 85 World Series. That son of a bitch."
So, listen early and listen often. This one actually has a meaning.
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