Journal entry by Al Negstad — 19 minutes ago
The piano, Joanne's piano, was the instrument of choice for leading the Lenten service tonight. It's beautiful, brightly burnished, black with a bright sound. Seated near it, I relished both the sight of it and its crisp tones.
Joanne's piano, Joanne the music lover, pianist, organist, choir director, singer...the one who celebrated instrumental and choral music. Joanne's piano; no more fitting memorial could have been found. All who play it compliment its touch and sound. Joanne's piano, and yet......
It's crushing that she never got to see, hear, touch or play "her" piano. The presence of absence was overwhelming tonight. The tragedy of her death was all bound up in her piano tonight as a symbol of all that she's missing and how much she is missed. She would have been ecstatic about her piano.
Blessings,
Al
Picture of Joanne's piano.
Joanne's piano, Joanne the music lover, pianist, organist, choir director, singer...the one who celebrated instrumental and choral music. Joanne's piano; no more fitting memorial could have been found. All who play it compliment its touch and sound. Joanne's piano, and yet......
It's crushing that she never got to see, hear, touch or play "her" piano. The presence of absence was overwhelming tonight. The tragedy of her death was all bound up in her piano tonight as a symbol of all that she's missing and how much she is missed. She would have been ecstatic about her piano.
Blessings,
Al
Picture of Joanne's piano.
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