Saturday night and I ain't got nobody

The line from the song seems to fit, every night at 7:30 p.m. I'd call my mom and we chat for 10-15 minutes sometimes a half hour.

I can still talk to her, the problem is I can't hear her responses. You think at  66 and a half, it would be easier. But realize one of the constants in my life from the time I could see was my mother.

I lost my dad a while ago when he turned 67.

And I thought that hurt.

Turns out this is a brand new hurt and it's very fresh.