I was startled out of my reprieve when I heard my father answering the phone. With happiness and pain I listened to the conversation he had with my brother. What an oxymoron!!!!!!!!!
My heart swelled with pain and my eyes brimmed over with tears, which ran down my cheeks to find solace somewhere. Be still my heart and focus my darting eyes that are in search for him who is no more.
My daughter hugged me while I cried over the recording of my dad’s conversation with my brother.
An accidental recording, an accidental discovery threw light on my apparent attempts at coping with the loss.