The Spaces Between Your Fingers

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I interviewed my Uncle Dominic Mazza or Don for short at his house. Don is sixty-six. He graduated from the Air Force Academy, then furthered his education at the Penn State College of Medicine. You might be picturing him as the stereotypical old man that served for our country, who’s probably retired, and now goes into the local supermarket several times a day and pokes fun at the inexperienced cashiers. Well, that is the exact opposite of Don. He’s actually still seeing patients, and while he’s not helping them, he is either checking in on his ninety-three-year-old father or watching his grandson.  I found that his biggest regret was the death of his Doberman. This happened 10 years ago, and he thinks about his dog every single day to this day.

Sweat drips from Don’s face as he pulls into his patient’s driveway. “Okay Brando, I’m going to be quick in there little man, you think you’re going to be fine in here?”

Don asks. “Woooof!” “Ha, okay Brando, you’re tough my man, that’s why I bought you.” As Don gets out of the car, he takes off his light weight jacket to contest the harsh rays of the sun.

Don knocks at the door and instead of seeing his normal patient, he is surprised to see a short elderly woman. “Is Andrew here? I am Dr. Mazza, his Psychiatrist.” The elder woman responds, “Ohhh, so you’re Andrews friend! He hasn’t stopped talking about you! He said his other friends don’t understand him the way you do.” Don gives her a look as if she just touched his heart. “Follow me honey, I’ll take you to Andrews room.”

 “Doctor Mazza! So nice to see you! Oh, and thank you again for coming here, my dad took my noni’s keys… I’m starting to think he doesn’t trust her driving, but she insists that he is getting her a new car.” Says Andrew.

Don responds “Andrew buddy, I told you that you can just call me Don… Anyways, it’s never a problem little man!”

BOOOOOM!

What was that?!?” Don exclaims. “Oh, that was noni, she must’ve dropped something.” Don looks at Andrew with a concerned countenance. “Let’s go check it out, maybe she needs our help.”

“Oh!!!! My beautiful cake… It is ruined, Andrew your Dad is going to be so disappointed!” 

Don arrogantly yet jokingly responds with “Well young lady, I just so happen to be the best baker in the valley. I suppose we can work together and whip another one up with no problem.”

“Oh, do you mean that? I even have all the ingredients ready!”

As the three of them finish their masterpiece, Don then tells Andrew that he has to go to his next patient and that they could reschedule.

Don take first step out the door and immediately sees his car, which triggers his memory. He sprints to the back window to see his Doberman lying there lifelessly.  He urgently opens the door and slowly places his hand on Brando’s heart, only to feel overwhelmingly hot fur, and no heartbeat.

“Brando! What have I done!”

Don drops to his knees as he lets all the tears out that have been accumulating within over the last 40 years.

Don’s Doberman Disaster

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2009
Archbald PA

I interviewed my Uncle Dominic Mazza or Don for short at his house. Don is sixty-six. He graduated from the Air Force Academy, then furthered his education at the Penn State College of Medicine. You might be picturing him as the stereotypical old man that served for our country, who’s probably retired, and now goes into the local supermarket several times a day and pokes fun at the inexperienced cashiers. Well, that is the exact opposite of Don. He’s actually still seeing patients, and while he’s not helping them, he is either checking in on his ninety-three-year-old father or watching his grandson. I found that his biggest regret was the death of his Doberman. This happened 10 years ago, and he thinks about his dog every single day to this day.

Tags: heartbroken, sad
Decade: 2000s
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Recorded by Mitchel Mazza on December 10, 2017
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