It’s the Small Things

It’s the small things we don’t notice so much when they are with us: a shirt hanging on a doorknob; a coffee cup left on the counter; car keys on the dresser; a book, unfinished, placed by the favorite chair which is empty now.

It’s the familiar footsteps, the laughter, the sound of a voice that is missing. Now, only silence remains. It’s so many other small things that we don’t notice in the day in and day out of life.

Now, in the silence, it’s the small things that have become so big to our memory; it’s the small things we may have taken for granted that are now precious gems in our memory.

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