Last night, I was digging through some of my old junk. I was actually looking for a photo of myself playing Badminton (yes, I was on my High School Badminton team) for my husband's amusement. I found an old handheld tape recorder. The kind that you would record a lecture on (back in the good old days of technology). It had a tape in it still, that somehow had not melted or degraded. My husband scraped all the alkaline out of the battery compartment for me, since I had left batteries in it. I just had to see if it still worked. It did.
The tape was primarily blank. The only thing on it actually was a couple of minutes of my father saying things like "testing, testing, 1, 2, 3....". This was the best thing I have heard in such a long time. He passed away several years ago. I laughed, I cried. I think it is the first time, I have ever done both at the same time. Laughing until you cry is different. Crying with genuine sadness and feeling joy and delight at the same time is a unique sensation. As I think about this and write this article, I am smiling and my eyes are misting up.
I miss you Dad.
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