Posted on January 11, 2017 at 4:25 PM
At 9 a.m. today, I was in the dentist’s chair with my mouth open, chock full of his hand and dental equipment. Repairing a bridge.
Doing fine. No pain. Then realized I recognized what was playing over the sound system. It was so quiet. I knew that song, couldn’t place it.
Unexpectedly my eyes started to fill. I couldn’t believe it. “Id dat duh Munkees?” I asked, the moment his hand pulled away from my vanished molars.
“Yes,” he answered.
I forced myself to turn off the urge to cry. It was a blessing.
Dad would be 96 today.
He was an editor on “The Monkees.”
Thank you, Lord. I needed that.