Oh, this thread is making me cry....I can relate to almost every response. Another memory....My Dad passed away from cancer when I was 4 and my sister2 and a half. Shortly after my maternal Grandma came to live with us. Our house was not big and my and my sister's bedroom was a small room off the kitchen. I remember falling asleep to the murmur of my Mom and Grandma's voices from the kitchen where they sat playing cards or just chatting. I always felt so safe. To this day I can't fall asleep unless I have the TV or talk radio on...turned low so it is just a background murmer.