Anyone who has called me in the last year and a half and had to leave a voicemail notification has likely heard my outgoing message that has not been changed in almost two years. What many do not know or realize, is that the voice at the end is my boy—my beautiful, beautiful boy who lost his voice and then his life.
I get comments from people leaving messages who say things like, “Oh, that’s so cute! Such a sweet little voice! What a fun message!”
All of which are true, but I think to myself, “They have no idea. They have no idea all the pain attached to that little voice. They have no idea that young voice no longer lives.”
Amongst so many other things, I desperately miss Jud’s little voice.
Peace out my little buddy boo!
You may need to wait a few seconds for greeting to start.