Those of you who read my last blog about recitals know that my Mom was a full-time piano teacher and my Dad her greatest help and support at the recitals. On February 25th, my Dad passed into eternal glory. Although not a musician himself – he said he couldn’t even carry a tune in a bucket – he enjoyed or at least tolerated most genres. (Dad also liked to stop in at the piano shop and do a few things when they came south for a visit.)
I had the privilege of staying with him his last night on earth and although he was not communicative, I knew that he could hear me so I reminded him of fun times we had as a family, the great impact he had on the many lives he touched and I even sang songs to him. Two songs I recall singing were favorites that, unbeknownst to me, he and Mom had planned to sing congregationally at his “Celebration of Life” service: “Great is Thy Faithfulness” and “How Great Thou Art.” I sang them with tears that night knowing that I was saying “good-bye” but at the service three days later, I sang them with great joy knowing he was free from pain, in a better place and that I would see him again someday. The soloist at the service was a friend of Dad’s, a younger man, who sang special selections with heartfelt love, notes floating and flowing into our hearts. The words and music throughout the service had a powerful impact on everyone there. That’s the way with music, isn’t it? Vocal or instrumental, it’s a passionate expression flowing from deep within that impacts people in a wide variety of ways.