Let me tell you a short story. One day I listened to my voicemail, smiled at the message from Dad and then cleared my voicemail because the box was full. Two hours later my Dad died and I cried that I’d never hear his voice again.

So now I’ve saved voicemail messages from Mom, because she always says I love you and now I know for sure that I will never have to live a day I can’t hear her voice saying those words.

This was lovely — thank you.