She contacts me on face book.  She found a recording of his voice from a history project.  She laughed and cried when she heard it.  She wondered if I would like her to send it to me.  I breathe deep.  Another recording of his voice.  Another piece.  Yes.  Yes, I would love another opportunity to hear his voice.  To listen to my sweet, sweet son.  I play the recording.  The deep places of my mommy's heart ache. Oh how I miss him.  He was so articulate.  Always.  His first word ex-ca-va- ... View Post