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  • On Sunday, May 26th 2013, I visited my half brother's house for the birthday of his two sons. We do not frequent each other's houses. We meet rarely, only at birthdays of his children. When I was getting ready to leave at the end of the party, my brother hovered in the hallway, holding an old cassette tape. "I've had this in my cupboard for over 28 years. I forgot all about it. It is a tape with Dad's voice on it. It's been recorded for you, your mother and sister. A bit late, but here it is. It's yours."

    I cannot count the times I've been wishing to hear my Dad's voice once more. And here it was. A tape in my hand. With a special, personal message. I have thought at least hundreds of times: “if only I could hear his voice again, just once”. And now it happened. Incredibly powerful. It was a heartfelt message, recorded in a sad situation in 1985.

    "Jojanneke, I miss you." I heard it. Finally, after twenty-four years. In his own voice. First hand. It's was my father’s voice, and it’s very, very dear to me.

    My Dad passed away on September 12th, 1989.
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