~ Marcel Proust
The other day
I really needed to hear a happy voice. I
had gone to the funeral of a third cousin, a man who died in his late 70s, and
it had impacted me more than I expected.
He had been born the same year as my late father and because the
relation was on my father's side, it reminded me of my father. I was sad and all I could think of was that I
wanted to hear a happy voice. I called
two girlfriends, but did not reach them.
As I was wondering what to do next, I received a text from one of my
all-time favorite people, "Darling, is everything okay?" Oh my goodness, I thought, how could he
possibly know?! His question was
prompted by a technical snafu that resulted in his not receiving my blog post,
which made him worry about me. But his
thinking about me and reaching out could not have been better timed. He called me on my cell and just hearing his
voice lifted my mood. We had one of our
usual madcap conversations and I found myself laughing -- and beyond grateful
for the kindness of his happy voice.
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