THE SOUND OF SILENCE

I read with interest how Linda K. Wertheimer longs to hear her late brother’s voice, if only for a moment (Connections, May 27). I think we all look back with longing to the time before death took away our innocence, when we were still within the womb of our family. I know what that feels like, because I also long to hear my brother’s voice again, and my mother’s. I do have a videotape of my brother, but I don’t want to see it, because it was captured during the ravages of his illness. Sometimes the memory of him is sweeter.