Happy Father's Day Dad, wherever you are. I miss you.
Right now I am making a master file of what is left of my Dad reading me the Hobbit. I asked him for a recording of his reading of the Hobbit for Christmas one year and he obliged me. It was a fabulous gift and I was so so very happy- but I didn't listen to it. It was/is on cassette tape and tapes degrade with play. I wanted to wait until I could record it onto a more permanent media.
I can do that now but several years ago, Eliz wanted to make mix tapes and she grabbed these. So I no longer have the entire book- just bits and pieces. I don't even know how much she destroyed yet. And almost everything she recorded over Dad are things we have on CD.
Recently when her apartment got broken into and someone stole her music, including several irreplaceable recordings that she doesn't know who did and can't find out (instrumentals), I expressed sympathy but in my head I thought karma had caught up with her for this. I know that's bad of me but she destroyed something very precious and by the time I discovered it, Dad was too old for me to ask him to redo it. He was getting close to too old when I asked for it the first time.
I discover today that I am still pissed about it.