"Sound Carries Memories"

Will I forget him? No I can’t. He has left these sounds with me. The sound of the water running in the bath, the radio on Nationwide FM, two sprays from the roach spray bottle, “oooooowwwyi”, his morning greeting to me at the entrance to the kitchen. All of these are the sounds that start my morning.

Interesting. I recognised I would never forget him after a few days in the house; the house I grew up in. Our rooms are adjacent. Since I have been here, I have learnt to listen for these sounds every morning. There is never a delay with the roach spray bottle once he opens his bedroom door.

I recognise that these sounds will be some of my memories of him. One day I will never hear these sounds again. How will I continue to wake up then? This is an intense reality in the present.

I took these photos of my father when he came to open the grill to let me in one night. On Saturday as he was getting ready to leave for church he asked me to take a photo of him in his suit.