You laughed often and enthusiastically. You loved silliness and got giggly quite easily. Sometimes when you and our mother got together, a laugh-fest would erupt, and Mum would laugh so hard she’d shed tears.
You listened to opera, folk music, and rock-and-roll, and knew the words and music to every song, and could even sing in German and Ukrainian. We sang Christmas Carols every December, in English and German. You sang the hymns in Gammy’s old hymnal. You could sing anything until that neck operation robbed you of your beautiful singing voice.
You had to speak a lot in your work as a professor. You had very clear enunciation, which I’m sure your students were grateful for. I confess I used to love watching you talk because of the way you moved your mouth. You spoke with as much care as you did everything else. And I could always tell if you were relaxed, worried, annoyed or bored by the way you used your voice.
I hope your voice will go on haunting me. I miss it and I miss you.