I have much to learn from you. I love what you write and share. If it were not this hour for me, where I need sleep once again, I'd share how my father was the quiet man, but once more expressive I think in what he chose to sing as a lead singer of a band. The quiet underbelly of the man I knew, who always expressed his love clearly and unequivocally through his smile and his love you felt in silence, once sung of brothels in front of his foster parents who were very religious.

My family met his one bandmate, who became a producer for many known musicians, after they lost touch thought of my father often how he pushed their band. I could see that part of my father, without having the words of his once friend who confirmed my insight to me, many years later after my father passed.

It was never his words or actions were silent, no matter how quiet he had become. It was more like his giving love was entirely infectious and giving. All from a man who was probably always quiet, then who found a voice in music, and then chose to give his love in the more silent expressions. But a smile is never silent, it's always pronounced.