When I got home, I noticed that someone had called the home phone. The caller ID showed a friend’s name. He left no message.
I have kept the same outgoing message on our answering machine for years. In it, my husband’s voice can be heard. I have called the home phone just to listen to his voice, and wonder how many of our friends have done the same, call just to hear him talk.
In the jungle, no appliance lasts more than a few years, and I’m afraid I might have to change the phone and lose him forever. For now, though, his voice speaks from the machine.
“I’m here…I’m always here…”