tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5127055213789219982.post5566831423607674407..comments2013-07-16T20:15:58.398-07:00Comments on A moment in our arms, forever in our hearts!: Shhh quiet please!Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07540268761128502269noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5127055213789219982.post-41769036634768161072012-07-15T16:36:18.037-07:002012-07-15T16:36:18.037-07:00I'll never forget how quiet everyone was in th...I'll never forget how quiet everyone was in the house after the funeral... why? There was no baby to wake with loud noises... <br /><br />And later, when John and I had gone to bed, the sound of laughter from a handful of people who had had too much to drink... How could there be laughter on the day my son was buried?<br /><br />And then waking up the next morning to silence. Grim, naked, bare silence. I should have been woken to his cries. <br /><br />However difficult it is with a newborn, I am grateful every single time he cries - because the silence? That deafening silence - it's infinitely worse.Aoifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09002790029609631639noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5127055213789219982.post-61389408882820653692012-07-02T14:32:22.735-07:002012-07-02T14:32:22.735-07:00So beautifully written. Silence can have so many q...So beautifully written. Silence can have so many qualities, strange that we lump all of those 'lack of noises' together under the same label really. Now, I find it can be peaceful but yes, also so loud, sad and lost. <br /><br />I open my mouth to chomp, chomp, chomp but then I remember. How silent silence can be? How I would rather have screaming than silence. <br /><br />A listening air perhaps? After the screams and TV and fighting have gone. My ears strain from the sides of my head. Waiting for . . .something.Catherine Whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01618295389400457254noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5127055213789219982.post-23450311896395949992012-06-30T06:04:59.031-07:002012-06-30T06:04:59.031-07:00I get that. I used to love the peace and quiet.Now...I get that. I used to love the peace and quiet.Now it invites sadness and bad thoughts, it is so much louder than the noise.michellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07960223886511130664noreply@blogger.com