A Spirit Is Heard - Day 200 of 365

This post is fro April 14th, 2011      

MEMORY - 

 Pete's voice ….  It was a loving, happy-go-lucky  kind of voice.  One that was friendly and inviting.   It varied in pitch with emotion and grew in volume with laughter.

APPLICATION - 

As Dad and I sit together, waiting for Lucy's doctor to arrive with her yearly round of shots, he brought out his phone.  He began to flip through old photos of Pete.  He brought up the sound clip of Peter's voicemail.  I've listened to this voicemail before, as it's surreal every time it's heard, however today ……. I felt something new.

It was a feeling I haven't felt before.  I wasn't saddened, yet I was the complete opposite.  I felt happy and blessed to know that we live in a world where technology can assist in the grieving process. The very technology that Pete was so fond of, was the same technology that we use to recall a memory of him, one I am so thankful to have recorded.  

After the recording was played, I felt a burst of joy come alive in my heart.  I knew it was Pete, speaking with the voice of his spirit.  It 

REFLECTION - 

Although his voice is no longer spoken, much of his spirit is heard.