This is a Really Real Widow Post.
My son sent me some voicemails from Parker that he had saved.
I had forgotten her voice, and hearing it again, even through the low quality voicemails, brought up a mix of emotions. It was nice to know her voice is saved. It was nice to be reminded how she sounded.
It was nice to hear her voice again after over three years.
The voicemails were mostly her fussing at him for not being out of bed. There was a series of them where she got more and more frustrated because they were supposed to meet somewhere and he just wasn’t waking up.
But she says, “love you” in a few of them.
Hearing those little words again was both hard and wonderful.
I wish I had more recordings.
I wish I had more photos.
I wish she could be here to see how great life is right now.
I wish she had known how great life could be.
It made me realize that there aren’t many recordings of my voice, I hate how I sound. I don’t have any recordings of Kidlet’s voice or Wonder Woman’s voice. How quickly would I forget if something happened to either one of them.
Such a mix of emotions when I heard those recordings. I am grateful that I was able to go curl up beside Wonder Woman for a few moments before leaving.
I miss Parker. It’s not that gut wrenching grief that will bring me to my knees, but it’s a slow and steady ache. Most of the time it’s just there, and it’s been there so long that I don’t often think about it.
But sometimes it’s brought to my attention again.
Her birthday is next month and Kidlet already asked if I wanted to do anything for it. I remember when she first died we said we’d have cake together every year. He’s too far away for that now.
Cheesecake was her favorite.
It’s one of my favorites too, but Pineapple Upside Down cake is the best. Her mother used to make me one every year for my birthday. She still sends me recipes sometimes. It’s basically our only communication anymore.
I miss her family.
I’m glad I got to hear Parker speak again, even through a voicemail left long ago.