|Carrying on tradition- my Mom’s and my flower gardens in 2011|
As a child, we visited Aunt S numerous times. I remember that she had the most amazing flower garden, the warmest smile, the bubbliest laugh, and played the piano beautifully. Most importantly, she took time to really talk to me- that’s what sticks out in my mind most. When we reconnected late last fall, Aunt S was facing terminal illness. We bonded over the Christmas music here on our blog; when January 1 came and the Christmas music was over, she and I continued sharing sacred music privately. Aunt S’s faith, positive outlook, and joy in music and relationships was so inspiring. On days when thesis writing was not going well, the music we shared really kept me going. Thesis writing has a way of consuming one’s life and my daily interaction with Aunt S kept this in perspective.
This morning, Aunt S passed away peacefully in her sleep. I’m thankful her suffering is over but will miss our daily music sharing very, very much. This morning, I was going to send her a choral version of the old gospel hymn, Precious Lord (click here). Instead, I now borrow the words of Charles Anthony Silvestri and the music of Dan Forrest to say Farewell (click here to hear Farewell).
And all but died in Winter’s chill; and we must say, “Farewell.”
But bittersweet is that music now, that we must say, “Farewell.”
And last, I pray–fondly think of me, whene’er you say, “Farewell.”