Sometimes I call mom when I know she’s out just to hear your voice on the answering machine. She hasn’t erased your message yet, even six months later. I love the hearty matter-of-factness in which you announce, “We’re not here right now, please leave a message,” and I want to leave a note so you will call me back. I play old videos, not so much to see you – your face is indelibly ingrained in my heart – but to hear you. Sometimes, the question troubling me gets answered by your response to some other conversation a decade ago, a weird sort of time-traveling Ouija board, guiding me, listening.
I only wish I could hug something more substantial than your voice, ephemeral in air and time.
Happy Father’s Day…
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Oh, I'm sorry for your loss. Have a nice Father's Day. *hug*
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ReplyDeleteLove and hugs Linda.
ReplyDeleteOK, you made me bawl... my mom finally erased his voice on the answering machine and I wish she hadn't.
ReplyDeleteI hate Father's Day now.. it makes me feel orphaned.
Big hugs.
It never stops hurting, does it?
Nicely written.
ReplyDeleteI lost my dad in 1991 and not a day goes by where I don't think about him... This was such a warm tribute, Linda...
ReplyDelete((hugs))
ReplyDeleteHi Linda - here's a hug. Did many laps at Relay for Life event Saturday on a beautiful half moon evening - thinking about all the losses to cancer in the past 2 years.
ReplyDeleteHow sweet.
ReplyDeleteThis is so sweet and beautiful it made me teary!
ReplyDeleteAgain, I'm so sorry for your loss... hugs!
Quite moving, Linda. The love never dies.
ReplyDelete~jon