do you know?

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.