This is a follow-up to a piece I wrote shortly after my grandfather's death five years ago in an attempt to process his death. If you haven't already read that, then don't go any further until you've done so here . The Moment, Part Two It’s the moment when you’re pushing yourself to your feet to go grab something from your bedroom and that old familiar quack fills your ears like you never thought it would again. You look over in the direction the sound comes from, and find yourself staring at your fourteen year old nephew’s gleeful face from across the room. “That sounds just like…” is what you find yourself saying once you’ve overcome the shock and the tears pricking at your eyelids, and the laugh of wonderment that leaves your lips is one every person in the room understands. “I know,” your older sister replies. Months later, it is followed by a similar quack from your sixteen month old nephew who happily experiments with any and all possible sounds. It catc...