I was sitting downtown tonight when a local church tower clock struck half past the hour. I love listening to a clock strike and chime. It reminds me of my maternal grandparents and summers spent at their home. They have a grandfather clock that my Grandpa put together and I grew up hearing the clock strike the hour. Sometimes I would sleep in the living room where it was and stir at its chiming. Every time I hear a clock chime now I am pulled back to memories of my grandparents and growing up with them around. I'm grateful for so many memories of that time of my life. It's comforting, it makes me feel safe, it quiets me.
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