My grandmother passed away last year at the age of 99. She is at the top of my list of inspiring women. She left an incredible legacy, including almost 40 great-grandchildren who lovingly called her Grandma-Great.
After she passed away, her piano made its way to our home. Only tuneless plinking was heard on occasion for the first year. Then Levi began piano lessons in February. He walks up to the piano often during the day, now, and plays a simple melody. Russ and I close our eyes. Listening. Smiling.
Recently Levi asked me if I had talked to Grandma-Great when he was a baby. He wanted to know if we talked about him playing her piano someday. I know he had this picture in his mind. It lives in his baby album. Grandma-Great came to his baby shower. She talked to him. Connected with him. She wrote a beautiful little letter that I have saved on the same baby album page. It is one of my dearest treasures.
Levi proceded to ask me whether I thought Grandma-Great could look down from heaven and see him playing her piano. If she can (and I’d like to think so), she most certainly would be smiling. This music is for you, Grandma-Great.
Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent. ~Victor Hugo