My father in the 1940's When my son left for college he took the sounds of our home with him. The constant singing, humming, giggling between siblings and simple sounds of youth slipped out the door with him. My daughter and I tried our hands at the guitar and ukulele and realized that stringed instruments were just not our thing. I was thankful for her endless energy and took refuge in her tumbling and leaping down the hallways that, too, was a constant in our world. I longed to hear the sounds of the guitar strumming in the middle of the night or the mumble of singing coming down the hall. I missed the kids creating videos and recording songs. Allie had been the star of every video ever made in our house and then suddenly the set was closed. The cameras had stopped. The songs didn't play and life was simply different. It wasn't bad, it was just different. We found our way around in this quieter world and accepted what was. And then when the silenc
Joey, Allie... This is for you. May these stories be like tiny feathers that will one day drift down out of nowhere, bringing back great memories and smiles. You have brought me true joy with your laughter and song. This is your roadmap back to your youth and my guide home when memories fade. What a blessing it has been! What a blessing it continues to be.