Sound

Thanks to these old cassette tapes, I got to hear my Dad's voice again today for the first time in a little over 6 months. He recorded these in 1981 when I was not-quite 3 years old. I know he made them so that he could hear my voice, unchanged, as a little girl no matter how quickly I grew up and changed. Now, 28 years later...I can hear his voice, unchanged, as my Dad even though he's gone. I was afraid I'd cry...but mostly, I laughed! I got to hear his "I love you" and "Is that right?" and my name and his laughter all over again and I felt calm and peace. Thanks, Dad.