I think what I love the most is a sincerity. A sincerity in the quiet.
His silence was earnest to me. It was not manufactured. It was not constructed. It was who he was.
And for years, he had struggled with this quiet. Struggled with the silence. But I also felt some kind of strange peace. A strange kind of peace that I was embracing this quiet. That this quiet was so okay to me.
I thought this just felt right. Everything just felt right.