Comfortable Silence

The conversation lapsed. “Now what?” Sis asked in a soft voice Dad couldn’t hear. “Were pretty comforatble with silence,” I told her. “We sit in silence a lot.” We sat in quiet for a few minutes. Then the subject of Mom’s memorial came up. That led to shared memories and intimate and meaningful discussion. Beauty emerged out of the space of our silence.  

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