So... tonight we're watching a Netflix series about a family - or what's left of a family - father, son, two daughters. The mother died from a very aggressive cancer and the family is lost - grieving. (Maybe not a great series for me to watch. The NCAA tournament would be safer.)
The family moves from their home in Boston to the family's previous small rural hometown, Turtle Island Bay where the sister of the dead wife lives.
Anyway... tonight the sister called her deceased sister's phone and listened to the voicemail message - and cried at the sound of her sister's voice - listened again to the voicemail message - and cried - and yet again... listened to the voicemail message - and cried.
My chest tightened - I remembered the voicemail message of Greg's that I saved - and I sobbed. I don't need to listen to that voicemail. I hear his voice in my head all the time.
It just makes me miss him more.
The family moves from their home in Boston to the family's previous small rural hometown, Turtle Island Bay where the sister of the dead wife lives.
Anyway... tonight the sister called her deceased sister's phone and listened to the voicemail message - and cried at the sound of her sister's voice - listened again to the voicemail message - and cried - and yet again... listened to the voicemail message - and cried.
My chest tightened - I remembered the voicemail message of Greg's that I saved - and I sobbed. I don't need to listen to that voicemail. I hear his voice in my head all the time.
It just makes me miss him more.
