My Mother’s Voice

I can’t remember
The sound of my mother’s voice
Fresh grief at this loss


The telephone at my father’s house doesn’t work terribly well, and I want to try a new one, but I don’t want to lose his voice on the answering machine. Is it silly — the things we hold onto?

I really couldn’t remember my mother’s voice this morning, try though I did.

The crappy phone will stay.


I looked through the videos on my computer. Surely I had one with her voice.  I found a couple from two years ago when she was in physical therapy. She spoke three words total in six videos. Monosyllabic. “Yes.” “No.” “Missed.” That’s not how I want to remember her.

Towards the end of the video below, where we are singing the blessing over a meal, I can pick out her voice. It’s a good place to end.

“Amen”

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2 thoughts on “My Mother’s Voice

  1. I totally get not wanting to lose the recording, not silly at all. A voice carries so many memories with it. One of my greatest treasures is a recording of my father singing to me as a baby.

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