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The CD is right here in front of me now, and I will take it with me in the truck today and listen as I make my rounds. Once I had an answering machine tape with mother’s voice on it. Hidden away with the VCR tapes, there’s a bit of video with my friend Jo on it. Her voice was so very soft in these last years of chemo and radiation. There are other special friends that have no voice in my life, and I wish they did. Others presence is so strong, their voice isn’t that important. The next generation will miss it tho.
Then again, I can hear Marion’s laughter.
Yes, I have had a hard time erasing a voice mail message from my sister,who died 1 1/2 years ago. I can't listen to it, but I can't erase it. I wish I had a recording of her singing. Her voice was wonderful. It is so odd that we can now have videos of people physically long gone from our lives. Does it make it easier or harder to let go of them?
ReplyDeleteI still have a deceased friend's number on my phone and her journal on my blogroll. I cannot bear to say goodbye.
ReplyDeleteThere's a lot of voices I haven't heard in a long time, but I do hear them in my head. Your post made me recall those people who were so dear to me.
ReplyDeleteLovely post Mage. Made me start thinking about voices I might have recorded at some point, but there are none, except one of my professors who lectured on Marx. I always recorded his words and listented to them over and over. Marx is a dense subject. I think I need something lighter around here. Dianne
ReplyDeleteSometimes there is pain with the sweetness of remembering an old and dear friend. As I was working on my book, I had to go back to the week before my mother died...it was so hard...
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