“I sure do love you.”
This is the soundbyte.
Over the last few months. Probably the last year. Carla would say that right into Z’s ear whenever she gave her a hug.
Whenever this memory bubbles up, I hear her loud and clear, as if she’s in the very same room. As if the memory is present. In real time. The inflection. The tone. The depth and pureness and sheer truth of this statement.
I don’t ever want to not hear it, for it to fade.
At bedtime, I try to say it to Z the same way Carla said it to her.
I want to keep hearing it. I want Z to hear it. Forever.
To feel it.