I am reminded of the power our voice has. It’s tone, timing and individual lilt as someone we love speaks to us. Each voice is like a fingerprint, identifying us. Our dear friend has ALS. She has not been able to speak for 7 years. We have a slideshow she had organized and narrated archived in our personal library. We pulled it out, transferred it to DVD and made copies for her adult children to have. This was a way to give each of her sons copies of the old family photos she had collected and put together all those years ago. When her children were visiting, we put the DVD in the player just to revisit the photos. It was inspiring to see her sons light up when they heard their mother’s voice. “Wow mom, I forgot how much you and Aunt Linda sound like each other!”. The human voice, a loving voice, that touches a soul.
