Tuesday

What is the flavor of love?

Does it flow softly like the proverbial cotton candy or does it sting with the surprise of a lemon sour?

When do we say it is good and pure?

When do we cringe from the shame?

Does the tone of a voice cause your heart to flinch with rememberances of a lost time? Can a cantor cause your heart to soar backwards to a time long forgotten and a person who is no more?

Every so often I will hear a girl speaking and I swear, if only for a moment, that my Holly Kay has somehow not died but only moved away.

I can no longer remember what my father sounded like. And trust me, I have tired.

Funny isn't it that eventually all the voices from my past start to take on the sound and lilt of my own voice....of my own heart.

Who saves us from ourselves....who has the power to heal?



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I most often see my sister and my father when I look in the mirror. It can be shocking sometimes... Lisa :-]
Comment from mlraminiak - 9/15/04 8:37 AM



Dearest Chris, we hold those we love in our hearts and they do not die when the memory lives, the sound of the voice fades, the sharpness of the face falters == but when we have loved someone and hold them in our heart, they are still with us.
I've not thought about your dad's voice for a long time, I don't remember his voice but I do remember how much he loved you. Perhaps it's not the sound of the voice you need to remember but the love he held for you. The love would have filled an ocean.
I love you my dear
Aunt Sandi
Comment from snippetts - 9/15/04 2:55 AM