After his wife passed away, my dad started interpreting her voice on the answering machine. One night, I heard her voice in the house, and I’m not the only one.

My mom died 6 years ago. She was the love of my father’s life, and had been since they were kids. She was the kindest, most caring, most compassionate person I’d ever known, and I think I was the luckiest kid in the world to have her as a mother. <br><br>When she was suffering from dementia, my dad stayed home to take care of her. When she was at her worst, he was at his worst too, and it broke my heart to see him like that. After her passing, he had a really tough time, with heart problems, loneliness, and depression. <br><br>One day, he took an old answering machine from the 90s out of the attic. It still worked fine, and he plugged it in, applauded, and said, “Your turn.” I didn’t think much of it. I even found it funny. <br><br>I stayed with him that night, and we had a normal night. We went to bed, I in my room, him in his. The next morning, he was interpreting the messages on the answering machine, out in the open, in the big glass window of our living room. He had written my mom’s name on pieces of paper, with arrows pointing to the cassette. <br><br>I didn’t see anything on the tape, but yes, my father was convinced that my mom was sending him yeses and nos. It was a mix of wonderful and sad. I even found it funny, as I said earlier.<br><br>The thing is, I couldn’t sleep that night. When I went to the living room around 2 AM, I heard my father having a normal conversation with my mom, as if she were right there, alive and well. I didn’t want to intrude on the moment, so I went back to my room and went to sleep.<br><br>It doesn’t matter how many times I listen to the tape, I can’t hear anything. But I’m sure my mother is there. I heard her voice. I even recognized it. My mother is watching over my father.<br><br>&#x200B;