When my phone's message bank was full I had to erase old messages and I found messages from my dad who died in April, 2009.
The messages date back a year or so.
A year compressed into three short messages I've kept.
Stopped me in my tracks to hear his voice again.
But knocked the wind out of me to hear him well in one and close to death in the next.
His humour, his pain.
Unguarded moments left on a phone. Nothing plastic.
An audio portrait.
And to lift the tone of this post a little:
Here's The Church: In Unguarded Moments: