a birthday remembered...

A friend played a voice recording of a Schubert Lied this week for her presentation.
Without a doubt, I immediately guessed it was Fritz Wunderlich, getting it right.
It made me sad for the rest of the day,
but happy that I could sink into memories so viscerally and personally,
so grateful that I had that kind of connection to such a wonderful time and relationship.

Ach, Opa, was würde ich tun, deine Stimme wieder zu hören?

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