You expect and even depend on a consistency of those voices. The ones you think you'd hear from and the ones you come to look for.
But when this thing, whatever it is, big or small, anything at all happens and it is made known to all, it is the voices of the ones you don't expect that give you the greatest joy, the greatest lesson, and that loud silence when those you expect aren't present, that would normally echo very loudly, is itself silenced by the noise that shows us there is always more in life than we expected, always another path, always more of a kind of a family than we knew.
Sometimes its easy to pretend the silence is normal, but isn't it grand when we realize there was never any silence at all.
