I played the piano today for the first time since my mom died. Somehow I knew it would be tough. For the last couple of years with few exceptions, the only times I’ve played have been for her during our FaceTime calls or when I was visiting her.
Mom was a gifted piano player. She taught me and my siblings to play. She’d always try to get me to show more emotion in my playing when I was young, but I was shy of exposing myself in that way. She knew what was in my heart and wanted me to find a way to express it with music.
This afternoon, my piano teacher sat invisibly by me as I played through some new hymns; I could almost hear her encouraging me along the way as I stumbled through a few of the harder ones. Then the tears in my eyes made it too hard to see the page and the music ended.
But just for now.
I’ll meet her again at the piano next time.
Lynniebeemuseoday 