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Description

This is a sample of a memoir. I recorded, edited, mixed and mastered it.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)

Accents

North American (General)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
I know you should never check your text while you drive. But it was one of those days I had barely slept the night before and my gut was roiling. Extreme stress. Has a way of doing that to you. We had stayed at the hospital family waiting room, a good chunk of the night processing the news that there was nothing more to be done. They were preparing my sister for hospice though. Her brain bleed meant that I would never hear her voice again. Her scrambled words, her cries of pain. I was still processing it. I planned to return to her side and spend the day knowing that with most of my family gone back home except for her husband. I had a good chance of actually being alone with her. Not that she would know the difference. But I would though I was keeping my eyes on the road and trying to calm my shaking by listening to loud music. I knew exactly what the notification bell on my phone meant who it was still driving on the highway. I glance down to see just two words, two words I knew were there but still made my heart sink with a thud. She's gone. I called my brother-in-law immediately and he told me in flat words, just to turn around and go home that they needed to harvest her corneas. The only organ her body could gift in its ragged state. Time was now of the essence I need to see her. I need to say goodbye. I'm on my way. It's funny to me how these moments do one of two things. One, it brings the ugly up to the surface, the resentments, the beefs, the unresolved issues with family or two, everyone bonds together at least for a bit, hugging and crying, reminiscing in an attempt to accept the reality of that person no longer being here. Our family only and always ends up with the former lashing out and pushing away reserving expression of grief for fear of saying more of the things said in the past that you can't take back.