One Less Monkee Makes Me Sad

One of my earliest TV memories is watching The Monkees in reruns. I wanted to have friends push me in my bed into a city street. Thought that would be fun.

So here I am 40 and extremely saddened by the death of Davy Jones. Why? I don't know. (Catch this fab interview he did with AARP this past December)

Perhaps it's because my friends and I locked arms and walked like they did, crossing each others' stride. Maybe it's because they gave me license to be silly. I knew all their songs, especially since my mom was (and still is) a Neil Diamond fanatic and he wrote a lot of their songs. I couldn't wait for my prom so I could ask him, a la Marcia Brady.

It's sad when anyone dies, but The Monkees were a huge part of my childhood. I was happy that The Monkees (sans Mike) announced they were touring last year. I kept an eye out for a announcement in my town. Sadly, they never came around.

Well, look out, fellow Monkee fans, here comes tomorrow, it'll just have one less monkee in it.

Search AARP Blogs

Related Posts
February 04, 2016 09:00 AM
When Dad was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease, I knew he would need all of his senses to help interpret the world around him and balance his changing cognitive abilities. But he has hearing impairment and limited vision (glaucoma plus visual-processing problems associated with Alzheimer’s). Even though there is only so much I can do about the visual issues, I assumed  hearing aids would solve his auditory problems. I was wrong. The good news is that we eventually discovered a surprisingly simple solution.
February 01, 2016 10:00 AM
The phone rang one day when I was at work. It was my mom. “Come right away, Elaine, we need you,” she said. Mom had just driven Pop to the emergency room. I knew Pop must have been very sick, because Mom hadn’t driven a car in years.
January 21, 2016 01:00 PM
I have been both a live-in caregiver and a long-distance caregiver. In fact, currently, I’m really both. My dad lives with me (as do my sister and her two sons at the moment), and I also travel for work, about a week every month. I’ve learned to manage my loved ones’ care no matter where I am. Here are some of my tips for other long-distance caregivers.