Humor and heartache

When the queen mum fell down on her way to the cafe for her birthday dinner, I think we both knew there would be no happy ending.  I ran into the restaurant and asked them to call 911 and then went back to her. There she was on the ground in the dark parking lot, when only minutes before we had been laughing and talking about what we wanted to order. The waitress and owner came out to see if there was anything they could do to help and mum looked up at the waitress and asked “what are your specials tonight?” So the waitress bent down and read them to her. 

When the ambulance came and got her on the stretcher she looked at me (with that look) and said very stern like “no selfies.” I kept my promise, but it was hard because of course I wanted just one more image to cherish.

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Buzzy Donahue

I grew up in San Francisco in the 60's. I lived in a world of sex, drugs and rock and roll. After a long stretch working on my tan I have joyfully found my way back to radio. Because you can't fight it; when it's in your blood. I play music on KPTZ.org.

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