"When you're in jail, a good friend will be trying to bail you out. A best friend will be in the cell next to you saying, 'Damn, that was fun'." — Groucho Marx
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The only thing I remember about my Dad's voice is the songs he would sing and his laughter. I cannot quite remember what he sounded like when he conversed.
That is the hardest part (to me) about losing a loved one -- knowing you will never again get to speak to them.
Thank goodness I have audio and/or videotape of those closest that I have lost.
My father died when I was 19. About ten years later, I spoke with his brother (with whom I had no contact with) and the sound of his voice just got me all choked up. It was so similar to my dad's.
I never knew my brother had audio recordings of my dad, and recently created a website with them on it. It was so wonderful to hear it. It's a horrible feeling to forget the voice.
Sea,
I understand that, had similar experience.
Stace,
I hear you.
Sweet,
I have written a million posts in which I referenced my friend who died. Every time I speak to his father I have to pinch myself. It is surreal.
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