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What is the most beautiful thing you have ever seen or heard?

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Seeing the way my Dad loved my Mom. When he proposed they were at a bar and he made a ring out of a cocktail straw. She kept it safely in her jewelry box. When she passed away he placed it on her finger where it belonged. She's buried with it.

When his cousins were married Dad caught the garter. Years later when their daughter got married he gave it to her as her something old.

He was such a romantic. We should all be so lucky to find someone so loving. I learned how beautiful love can be from him.

And the Tahquamenon falls in the winter. Absolutely breath taking. Fresh snow. Nobody around. Gods country.
 
I can't believe I missed this. I am so sorry for your loss, even though he's with God now, I'm sure...
Thanks. All of us who miss him have had a rough week, but we are getting through it together. Sleep is tough for some reason though, I am not sure why exactly, other than in general terms. He was the oldest citizen in our town. He was the whole town's patriarch. All 1800 of us have been affected somehow. They did a nice write up about him in the paper, which helps a lot.
 
I honestly do not think there is one thing. My phone is filled with pictures of blooms from beloved flowers opening. The wobbling of lambs’ steps. The impossibility of need in dogs’ eyes as you take a cookie from a jar. The eyes of the only two people I ever really loved as they told me they loved me.

Green moss growing illicitly in grass lawns. Ice glittering on roads like sugar plum fairy dance floors in winter. The clear seas I learned to swim in. My sisters skin that was different to everyone else’s.

The sound of any music that has the power to make the rhythm of my heart change to follow it, and the peach fuzz of my arms stand on end. The sound of a born animal you thought had not made it breathe. The sound of wind beating on the windows when i’m Safe in side. The sound of those who I love snoring while I listen quietly .

The sound of not hearing my own heart hammering in my chest. The absence of sight of danger. The absense of beens and sound pollutants. Or the echos or hallucinations of him I. My ear or eye always there. Whispering he loves me as he breaks me .
 
Most beautiful thing seen:

What came to mind the moment I read the title are the couple times the 'warmth' returned to the room. For years I would think jealousy at the time when I felt connected and intune with my surroundings and the world. I saw the 'color' or 'warmth' return to the room. I don't know how to explain it really, it was like a veil had been lifted from my eyes revealing with clarity love, happiness and safety. It was only for a moment and has happened only a couple times since.

Beautiful sound:

Music, calm water.
 
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