I wish I could hear…
I wish I could hear my granddaddy and mama speak again.
They both called me baby. I was just as much as his child as hers. I know that he loved me as his child, not as a grandchild. And I was mama’s first baby.
Neither one of them talked a lot. I learned early to pay attention when they did speak because you had better take their words seriously.
I remember spending hours in the same room with them, in complete silence, and not thinking anything was wrong. It was comfortable…
But now, I’d love to hear either of their voices. It doesn’t even matter what they would say…
*sigh
you’re one of those friends who i wish i could grant wishes for. because i would surely give you your hearts desire… if only for just a little while.
Hola Alix! I love this post, partly because I understand a person who cherishes that sort of silence! Your beloveds remind me of my paternal grandfather, Mr. Will, who rarely said enough for a paragraph. Yet when did grace us with the sound of his voice what he said was so unassumingly hilarious and intelligent! I love him and, like you, I miss his voice! But I praise the Goddess for the memory! Enjoy your day!