I peaked into my mothers’ bedroom and listened as she quietly snored, I found the noise comforting. I couldn’t see her just a bundle under the covers, she would often stay in bed as long as possible. And then I remembered my mother isn’t in bed, she doesn’t have her apartment anymore, she is dead. I started crying, and then I woke up.
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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. View all posts by Buzzy Donahue
