So I'm in my office and the radio is playing. Harry Chapin's "Cat's in the Cradle" comes on, and 15 seconds into it, I'm crying. I had to turn the bloody thing off.
FML.
I assume these little emotional ninja attacks go away at some point. But that will suck in a completely different way.
No Gifts
2 days ago
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I remember being blindsided by The Living Years (by Mike & the Mechanics) a bit after my Dad died. Never saw that coming, but it pushed the right emotional button and the tears poured forth.
Jess, don't even get me started on that f*cking song. I was a mess the first time I heard that after Dad died.
While I'm sorry to see a good friend hurt, it's somehow comforting to know we were skewered by the same song!
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