Missing His Voice

I am not the tidiest person I know. But one thing I do clean up frequently is my phone. I don’t like to have old texts and voice mails in my phone. I do the same with e-mail – file or delete! There’s something nice about a clean “in box.”

But not a day goes by when I don’t wish I had even just one voice mail from Tom to listen to. I miss his voice more than anything. Maybe it’s because we talked on the phone frequently. Maybe it’s because he had a great laugh. Maybe the fact that I can no longer hear his voice makes me long for it even more.

This story about a guy who saved everyday phone messages from his parents kills me. I’m jealous. And I know exactly how he feels. What a blessing he has.

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