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My dear friend of 40 years died three weeks ago. As I was leaving the funeral her husband said to me, "Give me a call once in a while won't you?" Of course I would, I told him.
Well, it's been three weeks, and so I thought I'd give Ed a call. The phone rang four or five times and then it picked up...and there, as clear as day was my friend Maureen on the answering machine. "You've reached Maureen and Ed. Please leave a message and we'll get back to you." OH MY. Not a grainy, old answering machine...but one that really sounded like it was Maureen answering,,,clear as a bell, like she was really right there talking to me. It really knocked me off my pins for a minute.
Later Ed called me back, and I told him how shocking it was hearing Maureen on the answering machine. Ed said, "I should probably take it off, but I know I won't."
God love him, he can't let go of her. It's her voice. Healthy and happy and clear as a bell. I don't think I could either.
I suppose everyone is different. And of course, it depends on so many things, but if it were me, I don't think I could hear it, nor could I erase it.
Her clothes in the closets. Her laundry in the hamper. Her shoes. Oh it's just too much.