This is one of my favourites but a real weepy.. so have the tissues standing by.
She sat at her desk sorting through the pile of letters for the radio program. That was her job, to read through all the sad stories, some on paper spotted with tears, and try and sort out ones for the 'Lonely Heart Spot'.
She picked up a letter written on pale pink paper.
"Dear Angie," it started, as did all letters, as this was Angie's Radio Show.
She read on.
"I would like for you to play me a record in your Lonely Heart Spot on your radio program.
Last year, after 12 years of marriage, my husband suddenly left me for another woman. Devastation is the understatement as to how I felt at that time. I had not seen it coming, though thinking back, there had been signs, but like people say love is blind. So when he left me I my world seemed to end.
I was lost, having nothing in my life to live for, or to care for. That was until a friend introduced me to Geoff.
I did not think I was ready to go out. Geoff though was so kind, so patient and understanding, in the end I went out with him. Geoff let me literally cry on his shoulder, as I let go of all my anger and grief. We went out for several months, then just before last Christmas we moved in together.
He understood my hurt, gradually with his help and love the pain eased and I found a new love with this wonderful man.
The two months ago, Geoff who was a trucker, was in an accident. His truck was wrecked and he was killed."
The letters on the page were smudged at this point, but she read on.
"I wonder could you please play for me 'Show me the meaning of being lonely' for the love I found and lost."
She read the end of the letter and wiped a tear from her eye. That would be just right for the "Lonely Heart Spot" and the song was one of the most popular songs that Angie played.
She placed the letter on one side for the production. Then slowly she picked it up, and screwed it into a ball, and dropped it in the rubbish bin.
How could she let the letter be used, she knew the hand writing so well. After all it was hers, and the ache would not go away no matter what song they played.
She hummed a few bars of the song, the letters would wait.
She wiped her face, right now she needed tears, needed to ease the pain, needed something.
