And I couldn't help but smile while I read this The sudden sharp bark of her uncle's laughter, the slow build of her father's, and that let her memory supply the way he'd smile into his laughter, like he was building up to it. Uncle Dean just dived right into it - the way he'd dived into most things. But her father: those bursts of laughter were rare; always the smile first, the wonder and amusement rolling over each other building toward a laugh.. and the tears were rolling down my cheeks after this Her father's laughter had always been the rare thing -- not the smile or the affection or the soft spoken voice in her ear, but the laughter.
This is so perfect, the way you captured all the feelings and emotions! ♥♥♥
This was lovely. An immersion into the senses with someone who loves them and misses them dearly. It both hurts and feels exactly right that the car, their home for so much of their lives, would stand as memorial to them.
aaaaand now I need to go back and start the Salvation 'verse over again to refresh my memory of it...which is never a bad thing!
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That felt so good. <3<3 You always nail things dead center.
Makes me want to write more in this 'verse.
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And I couldn't help but smile while I read this The sudden sharp bark of her uncle's laughter, the slow build of her father's, and that let her memory supply the way he'd smile into his laughter, like he was building up to it. Uncle Dean just dived right into it - the way he'd dived into most things. But her father: those bursts of laughter were rare; always the smile first, the wonder and amusement rolling over each other building toward a laugh.. and the tears were rolling down my cheeks after this Her father's laughter had always been the rare thing -- not the smile or the affection or the soft spoken voice in her ear, but the laughter.
This is so perfect, the way you captured all the feelings and emotions!
♥♥♥
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Love this!
(And you!)
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I want them to keep talking to me.
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This was lovely. An immersion into the senses with someone who loves them and misses them dearly. It both hurts and feels exactly right that the car, their home for so much of their lives, would stand as memorial to them.
aaaaand now I need to go back and start the Salvation 'verse over again to refresh my memory of it...which is never a bad thing!
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