7 Years

It’s been seven years since the queen mum fell on her birthday and jumped on the rollar coaster that only goes down. Seven years, that is how long it has taken me to forget the bad memories and only want to think of the good ones. For Thanksgiving had always been a wonderful time of the year for my family. “My family,” that is also a memory from the past. It feels so strange to not have a family that you see or talk to. But that’s not what I am hear to talk about, what I realized is this time of year doesn’t hurt like it did for many years. I tried to do the “work’ but also I do think that age brings many challenges but also a freedom from the angst. Ok, maybe you were smart enough not to go on the angst train but not me, hey I was the kid that wanted to be a martyr. What a waste of good energy.

I have been working on forgiving the ones I gave my Love to but it wasn’t enough. More like they didn’t respond in the way I wanted them to do with the love I was throwing out. Both are Sagittarius, one a love, one blood. Both born on the same day. Chaos is laughing. I can work with chaos. I love the holidays because I believe in magic.

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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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