Old time rock and roll
There is a Domino’s commercial on tv using Old Time Rock and Roll by Bob Seger.
I used to say that when I got married, dad and I would start with a slow daddy daughter song that would flip half way through into Old Time Rock and Roll. It was his song. It was our song.
I haven’t really listened to it or Layla. They were my ringtones for dad and mom. It hurts too much. I usually change the channel when the commercial comes on.
Tonight it came on and Evie was in the room. She looked at the tv and turned her head. It might have been how loud the the tv was but I don’t think so. She knows that sounds means grandpa and grandma. And they haven’t called in while.
There are times I am leaving work later than usual or after a shitty day and all I want to do is call them. And I know I can’t. Cause they won’t pick up. And I am terrified all over again that I am losing my memories of them. That I can’t figure out what tattoo I would get that would symbolize us as a family.
I worry I avoid it and that means I will forget it. Sometimes I think I don’t miss them, but I know I do. It’s like a dull ache that is always there. A pot while in the road you usually swerve around but sometimes hit.