Quote Originally Posted by Limited GM View Post
5yrs ago I bought a bike in MN, while living in GA. I flew up and rode it home, stopping at a friends house in KY. The next morning him and his daughter was leading me out to the interstate when he hit a horse resulting in his death and an air ride for his daughter. I held his hand while he died. After everythingwas done that could be, I continued onto Chattanooga to another friends house and spent the night. I went to bed worrying that the next day was when "it"would hit, as I'd kept my wits pretty well to this point.

the next morning I awoke and there was an adjoining bathroom where my friends wife was getting ready for work. I could hear the water running, her drying off, the tink of her hair brush against the sink, makeup containers being moved,....I can't explain it, but those were comforting sounds that kept me together.

I can still hear those sounds from memory.
Yeah. That's a good one. Some things just touch us on an instinctual level after a tragedy.

I like listening to the sounds my house makes both early in the morning while I drink coffee or late at night just before falling asleep. I also really enjoy listening to the heavy breathing and other slight noises my little dog, Lola, makes as she falls asleep cuddled in the crook of my arm with her head on my shoulder. Very soothing for some reason.

Puppy breath.