The grandchildren are gone after our week together. I am filled with echoes and sweet memories of our time together. I want to remember all the good times: the special smiles, the hugs, the ah-ha moments of discovery we had about each other. Erik left this evening and now it is so very quiet here. The quiet is so deep and strong, it feels loud. As I sit here alone in the fading evening light, I hear the evening crickets and I'm glad that I am quiet and can hear them singing and remember all that has happened.
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