What moves through us is silence, a quiet sadness, a longing for one more day, one more word, one more touch. We may never understand why you left this earth so soon, or why you left before we were ready to say goodbye, but little by little we begin to remember, not just that you died, but that you lived. And that your life gave us memories too beautiful to forget. From Peter's 'Macaroons' - Tracie, Carl, Leah and Sophie x