Every so often, I look through my contacts in my phone. It used to be looking through my address book- yeah, we old now! I look at names and places and numbers for people I know, people Iām in regular contact with, and those that Iāve lost touch with. I rarely delete a contact. Thereās such finality in doing so.
My father had a thick address book. He never erased an address or number, he just added to that personās info. Looking through it was like doing social archeology. It was a view into the past.
My dad died in 2007. I miss him. He was a voice over guy, so I have a growing YouTube list of tv and radio spots and film trailers. Yeah, he was prolific! I can hear his voice anytime I want to.
He is well remembered by those whose paths intersected with his. Maybe in an alternate reality, he stopped smoking and drinking and never had the heart attack that killed him. Is he truly gone? I donāt know. If he isnāt gone, I hope heās not alone, or lonely.
Every so often, I look through my contacts in my phone. It used to be looking through my address book- yeah, we old now! I look at names and places and numbers for people I know, people Iām in regular contact with, and those that Iāve lost touch with. I rarely delete a contact. Thereās such finality in doing so.
My father had a thick address book. He never erased an address or number, he just added to that personās info. Looking through it was like doing social archeology. It was a view into the past.
My dad died in 2007. I miss him. He was a voice over guy, so I have a growing YouTube list of tv and radio spots and film trailers. Yeah, he was prolific! I can hear his voice anytime I want to.
He is well remembered by those whose paths intersected with his. Maybe in an alternate reality, he stopped smoking and drinking and never had the heart attack that killed him. Is he truly gone? I donāt know. If he isnāt gone, I hope heās not alone, or lonely.