20 years after his death. I found a recorder and started to listen to it. I had chills.It was my dad’s voice, reading me favorite stories, sharing funny memories, and offering advice for my future self. He ended by saying that,
since he wouldn’t meet my children, he wanted me to pass the cassette to them so they could “meet” their granddad.That’s exactly what I did. The cassette is now my most treasured possession, and my son loves it too. I can’t believe we never knew about it—my mom didn’t either
