Its been a year since Daddy fractured his shoulder, and I'm thinking about him, his voice, his constant love and concern for his girls' lives and happiness. His overt pragmatism was matched with great tenderness when offering advice and support. 

I'll always miss the booming phone greetings, best listened to with the phone at arm's length, and the way he'd drag out my name during those greetings -  something like "Juuuud-Aaaaaaay!"

I have many recordings of his voice, and when I'm not so tender myself, I will listen to them and relish his voice as well as his fact-recalling story-telling as "the last Hall with total recall!"