I can't remember 1989; I can't remember what you looked like

I remember a little while ago I started crying because I couldn't remember my moms voice.
I was sitting there and Rachel turned to me and said
"I remember. It was beautiful."

I still can't remember it.
I can sit here and envision Carlye or Caitlyn or Mike Anderson's voice.
I can even remember Ms.McMaster, my grade 10 english teacher.
Or Monsieur Jeserzek's French accent.
But not her voice.
I can remember her face.
and her smile.
And every sinlgle crease in her hand.
The way her bangs fell across her forehead.
The freckles on her nose.
But not the sound of her voice.

I'm going to email my Oma and get her to send me some of our old home videos.