A Treasure

I had a rare moment today when I was able to take a break from everything and sit down to play my piano.  As I played I couldn't help but look at the pictures of my mom and Lindsey that sit on top of the piano.  Before I knew it I could hardly read the music when tears blurred my vision as my thoughts lingered a little too long on the people I miss so much.  I cried because part of me has gotten too used to not having a mom in my life and the other part of me knows I will miss her for the rest of my life.  Sometimes that feels too long.
But the other day I came across a real treasure.  Back in the day when we lived in Okinawa, we used Vonage to talk to people in the States.  Any time someone left a voicemail, we'd get an email with the voicemail attached, so we could listen to our voicemail through our computer.  Miraculously I hadn't deleted these emails even though I doubted I'd be able to listen to them once our account had been closed.  So I have 3 very short recordings of my mom's voice.  Listening to them is as close as I'll get to having a conversation with her on the phone.
I also found a link to a movie my single sisters put together, starring Lindsey.  It's hilarious and reminds me to be happy because she was always happy, especially when she was wearing her cowboy hat.  Ironically it is filmed at the cemetery where she was buried.







The moral to this story:  Don't delete emails.  You never know when you might want to read them again.