I wish I had recorded my dad's voice when he was still alive. There is a specific conversation I remember, when I was visiting him in hospital. I sat next to his bed, and he was relating to me the delicious food he had when he was in China, especially Peking Duck. He was so skinny and ill that he couldn't have eaten Peking Duck even if it had materialised before us right that moment. But his eyes shone and there was laughter in his voice, and somehow this conversation registered in my memory more than any other I've had with him.

I want to hear the laughter in his voice again.