Slack presents hands-free conversations.

Hello, car commuter, dog walker, stroller pusher.

Your hands are busy.

It's why we created huddles in Slack, because sometimes talking is easier than typing.

Huddle without the hassle.

In Slack.

Darling Anderson.

My mom wrote and recorded this message to me four years before she died.

In every life you have moments of blinding beauty and happiness, and then you land in a dark

cave and there is no color, no sky. Then the rainbow returns, sometimes only briefly. We are not meant

always to be happy and who would want to be? Happiness would become meaningless if it were a constant state.

If you accept that, then you will not be surprised when something bad occurs.

You will not nash your teeth and ask why me, why has this happened to me?

It has happened to you because that is the nature of things. No one escapes. Nothing is meant

to last forever.

We are told the fable ends with a part of gold at the end of the rainbow.

But does it?

I have no answer except to say, I know the rainbow comes and goes.

And really, isn't that enough?

You're adoring mom.

I really miss hearing her voice.

And it's funny because all the things that used to frustrate or stress me out about her, that's all gone.

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