To Eric Delano. I spoke out loud to a friend earlier today, and realised that I sound like you. I’m a few months on T now, this time at least, and I’m settling into the latest voice change and just - sort of realized that I sounded just like you. It came out of nowhere. To be honest, I don’t really think a lot about you these days, but today I did. I was complaining about a bad joke my friend made, and it hit me that I sounded exactly like you. I don’t know how to feel about you. I barely even remember you. I missed my dad when I was growing up, yeah, but I never knew you. I think I have maybe one or two scrappy memories of you when I was little - I remember what you sounded like and what your hands felt like when they picked me up. I mostly remember Mary, and you can imagine all of that. I don’t know. It feels strange. Talking out loud, I kind of picture how you’d react to us sounding almost identical. Same cadence and everything. Something that carries over lifetimes and bodies or some shit like that. I hope you’d be proud of me, these days. I’ve been doing good. A lot better than how I did the last time I got to be alive. I don’t remember where I was going with this. Just - I guess I want any version of you to know you have a version of your son out in the world. He has dinner parties with his friends every week, he listens to good music, he’s safe, and when he talks, he sounds like you, and he thinks of you. That’s it, I think. -Gerard. (TMA)
