Sad, sad, sad

    Margaret asked me if I could get Dad's voice off the phone for her so she could listen to it again because she misses him so badly. I don't see how his voice would be on her phone except at the end when he might have called her from the nursing home and left a message, and I'm not sure we want to remember him like that. Nor am I sure that I would be able to do anything with such a message assuming that I could find one. People always seem to be overestimating my technical skills. Nor does it seem any wise healthy. I'll certainly try, but I'm not optimistic about being able to help her. I hope she can start healing a bit. Maybe when the cemetery marker is in place some time next week it will help. I hope.