"Hi, Mom, where are you? I'm coming over at 4..with my laundry"

[SoCalDem]

and then he laughed..

My friend is devastated by those words.. She's repainting her house inside and has been clearing out boxes of stuff. In a drawer she found the little answering machine tape, and before she tossed it, she decided to see if she still had the old answering machine..Just for kicks she popped the tape in, and that was the first message..

Jeff died in a car accident 4 years when he was 24..


She called me, in tears and asked me to store both for her, so she doesn't keep playing it over and over to hear his voice and laughter again..:cry:

I bet there are thousands of parents all over this country who have the same dilemma with their soldier sons /daughters /fathers /wives /mothers who have left messages..

[Midlodemocrat]

1. My brother had his wife's voice on the answering machine for years.

Since he never called the house, he didn't realize it and no one had the heart to tell him.

Calling up there, getting her voice always made me cry and have to hang up and call back. She died at 40 and left a 16month baby girl. Tragic beyond words.

On a happier note, he recently remarried and his new wife has adopted the baby doll.

I'm so sorry for your friend. The pain must be unbearable.

[RevolutionaryActs]

2. That's so sad!

:cry: :hug:



I have a bunch of old tapes from when I was little, I would interview my family. It's still bizarre to hear my dads voice, even after 10 years.

[some guy]

3. ow...

I'm sorry for your friend.

Nice post, in that it gives the reader a very small taste of what your friend must have felt on hearing the tape.

I read the thread title and was already thinking of a witty response along the lines of be out of the house so the person bringing the laundry ends up doing it themselves.

Then I read the rest of your post, and all the humor dried up in me. :cry:

:hug:

[Left Is Write]

4. Somewhere in a box I have a cassette tape...

The tape contains my friend Mary and me, singing along to radio songs (badly), acting out plays (badly), and in general being goofy. We made the tape one night when we were having a sleepover at her house. Her room was in the basement, so we could be noisy without waking the rest of the house. We were in 8th grade or so.

Mary was killed by a drunk driver in broad daylight when she was 23 years old (17 years ago).

I know I still have that tape somewhere, and I wish I could find it. Many times I thought that her parents might like to have it. I don't know. I haven't seen them since 1989.