The Last Voicemail

I’m intrigued by the things left behind by those departed.

Scattered like ashes at the end every life are tangible artifacts that serve as proof of an existence, vestiges for us to clutch close, like a voicemail so vivid it makes you, just for a moment, question reality. How can they be here one day and gone the next? The audio in this video is one of the last messages I received from my grandmother before she passed away in February 2020. She felt most at home near the ocean.