I still hear you. Do you know that?
Oh, it’s not just the audio that Jeffry saved and passed on to me for when I just really need to hear your beautiful, deep voice in the physical sense.
I hear you in my heart and soul. And I feel you. Your hand is the first thing I reach for every morning and the last thing I reach for every night. I hear your voice and I realize your hand is not there.
“good morning, baby”…”good night, honey”.
I hear you.
I hear your laugh when the grand kids are in full entertainment mode. I hear your cry when I remember your sister’s funeral. Do you know that I hear you?
Can you hear me? I think you can, somehow.
I love you.