Something I hear quite often from the grieving parents and children I work with is that they can’t remember what their loved one sounded like. They have plenty of pictures and other mementos, but they are missing a voice. I’ve seen children become quite upset by that, as if their parent will be truly gone only when they are no longer heard.
A voice. Something we take for granted until we no longer hear it saying, “I love you.” Or telling a story or joke. Or helping you talk through a troubling time in your life. Or giving you encouragement when you need it the most.
The quality of a voice. How it sounds when a person is getting sleepy, or excited, or happy or sad.
If you would like to have a voice to remember, here is a wonderful article on “Grief and Oral History” to get you started…
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