While 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.
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.
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…