19 Feb 2011
Sometimes we hear the voices too clearly
So I drove three hours to have lunch with Mom, my sister and my aunt. During lunch I am telling them about the incident in the previous post, hearing Dad’s voice while programming the hands-free cell phone car stuff.
And then I told it to list all the names and I heard Dad’s voice.
Wow.
Yeah, our names and his friends, Morris, Paul, Lucille, …
We don’t know anyone named Lucille.
Oh shit.
My feeling is that you wrote in an older blog that your dad was a wonderful man. Don’t disrespect his memory by thinking something untoward that may be innocent. Perhaps Lucille was the pharmacist, hair dresser etc.
Did your mom hear the list? Perhaps you should call Lucille and ask her how she knew your dad, maybe she has some fond memories like he helped her in some way.
We just laughed, knowing quite well I may have misheard or misremembered.
He was a great man and they were very much in love for 62 years.
Priceless! I’m glad you all got a laugh out of it.