"On The Radio" by Regina Spektor

One of my earlist plays when I became a Neo-Futurist was about how I was holding on to my Dad's glasses and keeping all of the schmutz on them that was left there when he died, because it has his DNA in it and it's not gross when it's about holding on to someone you love. 

This week, my mom's dog Lucy, who came to live with us almost exactly a year ago when my mom went into hospice, had to be put to sleep.  She was very old and having a very hard time.  Neverthelesss, we are all really sad about.   

This song came to mind.  ". . .we were on our knees praying that disease would leave the ones we love and never come again."