I take a deep breath and let the sigh slide the stories, the memories back, back down, where ever they go, until I need to recount them to the ones who deserve to know or until it is night and I am alone, they come then too sometimes. Socks I'm putting at the back of a drawer. I'll find a way to consider later. I just want to let the peaceful memory of his low voice wash over me, let him lend me a little restfulness.