Now in his mid-eighties, Dad tells us the same story, over and over. Over and over.
I weep silent tears. Now I’ve got heart aches by the number… by the number…
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My Dad had a collection of vinyl records. I used to love to play them when I was twelve on rainy Saturday afternoons when I couldn’t go outside. There was one by Guy Mitchell. Heartaches by the Number. It had a small scratch and I laughed and laughed when the needle stuck… heartaches by the number… heartaches by the number… heartaches by the number…
Now in his mid-eighties, Dad tells us the same story, over and over. Over and over. I weep silent tears. Now I’ve got heart aches by the number… by the number…
Pamela Kennedy
4/6/2021 12:28:47 pm
Heartbreaking and painful....so unfortunate that these incidents truly happen...
Susan F. Reid
4/6/2021 12:42:44 pm
Sandra,
Sivan Pillai
4/6/2021 02:22:51 pm
Enjoyed reading the wonderful story, Sandra.
Krystyna
4/6/2021 03:23:21 pm
Heartaches from the love of music to a beloved dad. Well written, Sandra.
Heather Robinson
5/6/2021 12:50:01 am
Wonderful... I know exactly the feeling.
Sue Clayton
5/6/2021 03:39:46 am
Gut-wrenching, Sandra. A sad look at our ageing parents.
Mary Wallace
6/6/2021 11:41:19 am
So sad Sandra. The only thing to do is let them remember; it doesn't matter how many times. Comments are closed.
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