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“I know not all that may be coming, but be it what it will, I’ll go to it laughing.” -Herman Melville, Moby Dick

When I think of my Grandparents, I think of their laughter. Each one different. Each one resonated from a different place in a time. A different understanding of life.

Sometimes I feel them holding me. I feel the slow rock of comfort and the love circling me like some kind of sacred spiritual arms lifting me up out of the darkness.

It always comes back around to their laughter.

If they were here now.

And maybe they still are.

If they knew.

And maybe they do.

They would hold me.

Rock me.

And we would end up laughing together.

I just know it.

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