While I was reading Ulysses.

Michelle and PapawWhile waiting at the doctor’s office months ago I was reading Ulysses and it made me think.

It made me think about my Papaw.

How much I loved him.

How he was a good man.

Then I tried to remember his voice.

I couldn’t.

It made me terribly sad and I got teary eyed.

I know his voice was kind and loving but I cannot remember how he sounds.

From Ulysses:
Besides how could you remember everybody?  Eyes, walk, voice.  Well, the voice, yes: gramophone.  Have a gramophone in every grave or keep it in the house… 

I cannot remember his voice…