“Every time you go away….”

Sorry for repeating a story you have heard but I want to see if I can write a post one day and have it post a few days later.  The last post reminded me of when I worked as an orderly for my dad in an operating room.  A most interesting moment came when a nurse handed me a big trash bag and asked me to take it down to the incinerator.  I asked her what was in the bag at which she mater of factly replied, “A leg.”  It had just been amputated off an older gentleman who had diabetes.  As I am walking down the hall, slightly freaked out by the fact that I am carrying someone’s leg, the only thing that was going through my mind was that wonderful 80s hit, “Everytime you go away, you take a piece of you with me.”