After the Family Visits

Our family visited but they’re gone now…the house is empty but it’s definitely not bare for the memories they left behind are echoing everywhere. If I listen closely…I hear them their echoes and so much more as they blend with all the echoes they’ve left behind before… I hear children chasing each other around the house… I see them running fast…and slow the way they did this visit…and so many visits ago. I see them playing football outside… they’ve all gotten so much taller and I see them playing years ago… when they were all much smaller. I see one grandchild up in our climbing tree… I see Nana cautioning him and I see his mother when she was small sitting next to him on that same limb. Echoes of so many funny jokes… that my family said were lame but on the echoes of their faces I see laughter just the same. I see so many memories bouncing around… an abundantly joyous amount… so many echoes from so many years that I long ago lost count. I love how the echoes of today… the latest ones they cast so easily blend with yesterdays… and all the echoes of the past… Which is why I walk around our empty house with a smile as from room to room I roam surrounded by all the echoes that make this house our home.