All of this involves a good deal of activity and conversation—in the car, out of the car, greeting, hugging, crying, sharing memories. Hardly silence, solitude or simplicity. And yet, in the in between spaces, I have a felt just that. I wonder if once we admit to ourselves our desire for silence, solitude and simplicity, we are able to experience it in whatever circumstances we find ourselves. As I held my mothers hand and as I went through the bereavement lines, I was aware that we were all standing alone together—in emotional, yet peaceful solidarity.