I think it can be comfortable.
When my grandma passed in October, my cousin had a saved voicemail she forwarded for us.
It wasn't long, she was always efficient with her time, but it was her from before the worst of her decline. And it's nice to know we still have that
and now I'm crying again. that wasn't my plan for today
I had several voicemails from passed friends ~15 years ago and I switched phones and lost them somehow in their system. I cried a lot that day.
Yeah, I was thinking about that, so I just downloaded it. I'll put it online sometime today
After my mother died, her Yahoo email account was taken over by spammers. For some months, I’d open my spam folder to see an email from “her”. I finally located her password and killed the account.
> “Then my worst call was to your mother, my goodness,” she told me. Irene reminded me that my mother became overwhelmed during that call. Mom then called me and asked me to call Irene. I did. Irene forwarded me the email on the morning of July 10. It’s still in my archived inbox.
One thing I find quite unnerving about the digital world is the immediacy of these things that never really fades. I have a friend's suicide message on gmail. The last messages I sent someone I loved.
These don't get lost, or buried, or fade with time. They are only a few clicks away at any moment.