Thursday, March 20, 2008

This is enough to restore my faith in humanity...

...for five seconds at least.
Since the death of his lifelong partner and wife Catherine in 2005, Mr. Charles Whiting spends a few minutes each day listening to her voice on the answering machine. A bony finger perched gracefully atop the receiver, slowly tracing the memorized trajectory of his own phone number, only wanting to hear the grainy, whispered voice of a woman he spent his whole life loving, and after her death, now spends his life missing.

Can someone love me that much? Plzzzzzz?

-Jess

1 comment:

Marshall said...

I really can't get over how nice this story is. Still, HuMANity. So unfair!