The sound of his voice....
I miss the deep stern voice that echoed through the house for my son.
I miss the call for help from the bedroom up above.
I miss the jokes that made me laugh.
I miss the voice that put a smile on my face.
I miss his Cheering voice at the games.
His voice was once here but now it is gone. Oh how I wish I could talk to him today.....
For some odd reason, today I just want to listen to my husband talk to me. I am not down in dumps, I just want to hear his voice. And it really stinks. I am afraid to watch the old videos, because I don't want to cry. I just want to talk. Tell him about my day, express all that is going on. Yes, I could sit and talk to the grave, but it is not the same. I just want to hear his voice. I am sure of many of you can relate to this. Oh well moving to do some new things