Showing posts with label voice. Show all posts
Showing posts with label voice. Show all posts

Thursday, May 30, 2013

Sound of a Sweet Voice

A while back I wrote the article “Before it’s too late” to encourage others to record their voice for their children/grandchildren. What a priceless gift it would be in years to come, after the voice only resonates in heaven.

I don’t know how, but through my only cousin on my daddy’s side, there is a sweet recording of his voice when he left her a message – when, how long ago, I haven’t a clue. It doesn’t matter. It’s my daddy’s voice, just like I remember hearing five months ago.

My oldest niece sent the file to me last night via email.

I didn’t hear it until this morning.

I’m still crying.

I’m grateful my cousin was able to retrieve it and share it with my niece.

I’m so grateful for Leasa, for sharing this sweet sweet message with me. She said she played it for Momma last night (because Momma couldn't open the file sent to her) and reports that hearing his voice again made her very very happy!

Once I stop crying, I know I’ll be happy, too!

"Okie Dokie" - as my Daddy would say!

Saturday, March 23, 2013

Before it's too late


I’ve been pondering a couple of days now whether to write this post. While looking down my wall on Facebook this morning, I saw this picture. I’m taking it as a big YES. Hopefully, you’ll understand what I mean in a little bit.

During my last visit to Dallas, Momma, Bud, and I went to the cemetery and pleasantly discovered they had placed Daddy’s marker at his grave. The next day, she and I went out and bought the silk spring flowers, then placed them in his permanent vase. Needless to say, when we left the cemetery, we both were upset, missing him terribly. Understandable. It’s not even been two months.

On the way home, Momma cried her words, “I just wish I could call him, to hear his voice one more time.”

A couple of days later, my oldest niece called and spoke with Granny, then to me. In our conversation, Leasa asked me if we had any recording of Papo talking, something, anything to hear his voice one more time. We don’t.

Then on the Bones episode we watched last night, Booth videoed a “living” message to his daughter. Priceless.

Several years ago, for Christmas, I gave Momma & Daddy each a recorder. I asked, for my Christmas gift for the following year, to have a recording from them of different thoughts, favorite past times as a child, any experience they’d like to share. Sort of like the book “To Our Children's Children: Preserving Family Histories for Generations to Come" by Bob Greene – but have it recorded rather than in written format.


I never received the gift.

I encourage each one of you who have children/grandchildren, record your voice. It will be a priceless gift. Do it before it’s too late!

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