00:13My husband was never much of a singer, but he'd whistle a lot when he disappeared out into the
00:19woods. In the dim light, I'd pick him out in the distance as he came back home, the melody of
00:28his
00:28whistle growing louder as he drew near. He knew his time was coming. Some people are just able to sense
00:42things better than the rest of us. He knew the same way he could differentiate each species of bird
00:49from its song, or the same practice sight he'd use to track animals in the snow, or the same way
00:56he'd be
00:56able to identify a flower that had yet to bloom. When the world spoke to him, he was listening.
01:10Are you sure you want to do this?
01:15I'm going to get some last use out of this thing before he gives out on me. I'll be okay.
01:24He rang me each night, from each place he visited, just to prove it.
01:34Sometimes the sounds around him would bleed into the background, and I'd be able to picture him there.
01:41And although he never said it, I could hear a slight waver in his voice that he wasn't sure he
01:50made the right decision
01:51to adventure into the world one last time, instead of being with me.
01:58But he was never one to sit still and wait.
02:06We spent those last months together, every day.
02:15We never talked about how attentive I had suddenly become.
02:24I only learned about the true nature of his final journey, after he died.
02:36On quiet days, I take it out.
02:54When I close my eyes, I can hear the faintest echo of his whistle.
03:04When I close my eyes, I see my eyes at the不要 of God.
03:06And making your voice.
03:09When I close my eyes, começ to side with me.
03:09If the bo Dustin said he was before the studio and he acts the same way in his lines.
03:10Every day, for myself and Unternehmen, he goes вокруг him.
03:10You
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