Can I prove it? Sadly, not thinking about the implications, I failed to order a documentary crew to follow me around.

Can I tell you about it?

Yesterday was Mom #2’s service. I was asked to be a pall bearer. As I walked into the chapel for the viewing, concentrating on what Mom’s daughter was telling me, I realized that I could make out her words as through a curtain of syrup.

Praise God!

I would like to think that Mom had something to do with that. She was a true prayer warrior and a woman of God.

Thank you, Mom.

Now, almost 24 hours later, I am starting to hear more clearly. I can catch details. I hear birds chirping out the back door. I can hear the dogs snoring in the next room.

Last night, it was to the point where I could hear as through a thick curtain, no syrup.

Last night I could hear my little girl’s voice again.

There is still a background of (BZ! DON’T READ THIS PART!) “white” noise, that “skshshshshs” that’s been going on since it started, but it’s not overwhelming everything else into submission.

I don’t care.

I can hear.

Chat ya later…