At the moment I'm trying to think about Isi's life, basically because it's a lot less painful than thinking about her death. I wish I could remember every day, every moment, but I know I can't.
It's the sounds that get forgotten so easily I think. I can still remember Isi's voice but this morning I thought - I can't remember her laugh. Isi was one for extremes - one minute angry, laughing the next. Nothing was done by halves and her laugh was no exception. Loud, throaty and full bodied - we used to call it her dirty laugh. And here it is.
Oh yes, now I remember!
Isi, no-one laughed like you.
What a lovely laugh. you certainly knew when she was enjoying herself.
ReplyDeleteI can't be the only person to have laughed along - it's so infectious!
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