I don't remember the last words she said to me.
I should have saved her answering machine. "Hi, this is Jeanie, please leave a message." So that I could always hear her voice when I need to. Where "Jeanie" was a coded message to the family she wanted to belong to.
It's probably alright. I can still hear that answering machine message clearly and precisely, down to the nuances of her cadence, playing on demand in my head radio.