I Erased The Message
I purchased new cordless phones for our land line today. Pause for applause from The Cuters. I plan to resell or donate the old set, so I went through the directory and the call log and the message center, deleting all the inputs. I thought about the messages, focused on the kids' voices I'd saved at triumphant moments, and realized that I'd be able to record new ones quite easily. I pushed Delete All. I didn't think about the message Nurse Nancy left on the morning of January 8, 2011, telling TBG that there had been an accident and asking him to meet us at UMC's Emergency Room. I had a moment of unease, knowing that it is now lost forever, and then I came to a realization. I can leave it behind. It's okay. No one will judge, and if they do, I don't care. I don't need to have it on the machine; I have it in my head and my heart and I can pull it up whenever and wherever I want it. But I don't need to dwell on it, I don't need to wa...