I am still pretty up and down throughout each day. There is always a trigger that makes me think of Steve. Monday, I listened to the voice mail I have saved at my work phone. Skipping it would have been an option but I didn't know how and at the risk of deleting it, I listened. He's checking in with me, as he would do if his day started off bad when I was leaving for work. His voice is weak and sick, but he says my name, or his version of it, Neece.
This is the point someone slugs me in the stomach and I bend over in a pain that is bittersweet. Oh, how I've missed that voice, that name, that man.
Maybe it wouldn't hurt so bad if I listened to it with someone. Stop by my office, I'd love to play it for you.