
Just a few days back p my 14 year old boy and me shared some fun after listening to the voice of my father in law's recorded message on our phone.. Clearly he was not used to doing this and it took him a couple of seconds to realise he was recording..
This is how the recoding goes.. "Hello, our telephone number is ......... . Ask S (his son) to call back (my MIL prompts..'to Wilson Garden')to Wilson Garden. With the kids!. OK Bye. To his wife..'leave a message anthe' (meaning in Kannadda..it says leave a message)..
We still have his voice on the phone but he is no more. Passed away after a couple of days in the hospital after two massive heart attacks and angioplasty. And we are left here with his voice on our phone.. somehow it does not seem as amusing any more.
We were unable to grieve at the news, I don't know why. No one shed a single tear. After the anxious hours spent in making travel arrangements and calls to the airlines and trips to the airport, the kids and I just rolled back to our routines. For me there is this dull ache constantly pulling at the heart and the mind is distracted with flashes of memories that come unbidden. But I am not able to grieve completely. I found myself calling my athai (aunt) and pati (grand mother) and chatting with them 2 times in the last week.
Don't want to be left with nothing, not even a voice to hold on to!!!
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