I heard my dads voice on sunday.
It was the first time i heard it since the night he passed.
No, im not crazy.
No, im not hearing things.
I went to a family friends for dinner, my dad had left them a message on their machine, a few days before he died, thanking them for my gift, and telling them to come by and visit on sunday- he had just moved to the hospice- and they had saved it.
I could hear how tired he was, how much pain he was in, how weak he was, but also how happy he was to be in a place that was as close as it would get to the sense of home, and it was pretty damn close.
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