Last evening, laurion, whom I met just last month at the Arisia science fiction convention, provided his assistance to the important task of saving all the final voice messages from my Mom that I still had on our answering machine. He brought over a high quality microphone and recorded all the messages from the machine onto my computer. Then, using Audacity software, he created six separate files, each consisting of one of the last messages I will ever receive from my Mom.
Because of his help, future descendants of my Mom will be able to hear her wish gnomi a happy birthday, talk about her upcoming trip to visit to my younger brother, and acknowledge that she knows Nomi and I will be at an upcoming science fiction convention over the weekend.
We also found that laurion and we know a lot of people in common. Fandom is a small world, and it folds over itself many times.