For as long as I can remember, there has always been one voice that I could hear over anything. One voice that I always listened to. One voice I always yearned for. One voice I always admired. One voice I always and still do love to hear. That is my dad's! Yesterday I stumbled across a couple of voice mails he left my sister that she sent to me a few years ago. Just hearing his voice made me smile. After about the 10th time though my eyes began to water. The sensation I felt and I'm still feeling is remarkable. It's the feeling I got when he was still here. Every time I press play it brings him back. He's alive for the 44 seconds the voice mail plays. After not literally hearing him for a few years and then hearing his voice again, it honestly moved me. When I moved away for college he was always my first phone call of the day after class and I was his last phone call of the day on his way home from work. Every time I've listened to these voice mails a different memory pops up. I can remember before every game my family would get there early and he would come greet me with a hug. I can remember him talking me through how to drive a stick. I can remember him explaining how to tuck in my shirt. I can remember him talking to me about the birds and the bees. I can remember him yelling at me and saying he only does it because he cares. I can remember him showing me how to put the legos together. I can remember him calling my Tata boss 25 years after he worked for him. I can remember him sitting on a bucket teaching me how to throw a palm ball. I can remember going over games on the car ride home. I can remember him saying that if you put forth the effort the basketball Gods will reward you. I can remember him telling me to enjoy the journey. I could go on and on but the memories don't stop. His words have guided me all my life and are still guiding me today. His voice truly is the voice of an angel. My angel! NFA
"Enjoy the Journey"
Love
Bud
