Just went through my 41 voicemails for two reasons: 1) I have a work opportunity and I needed to write down the phone number of the person I need to answer to; and 2) I don't want to run into that situation (I don't know if others have to go through this) of needing to re-save voicemails that are really old, and I wanted to do them now that I have some free time instead of needing to get to the new voicemails waiting for me.
The first and most ancient voicemail was from my friend, whom I met while we were ushers and with who I now go to sporting events with. That was one July 3. The next one was from the next day -- Mother, on the day I regretted forgetting her wish to call home before I drove home.
That brought back bad memories for me, so I decided to delete it. But then I thought that this is the second-oldest voicemail I have right now. Plus, many of the voicemails I have are Father yelling into his cell to call him back, so those I will delete as soon as I hear his voice. Compared to that, I should keep it so I could hear her dulcet tones. No worries, I thought; I'll just swing through all my voicemail till I get to the beginning and un-delete it.
No dice. Once I got back to the beginning, the voicemail was gone. Maybe they don't have an un-delete feature, or maybe I was going through my messages for a long time (I spent more than 20 minutes going through them two-plus times). Whatever the case, I regret that now, Mother's message for me is cast to the digital winds, forever.
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