With the sun as companion, I drove through the
Verdant Countryside to attend to the end of one
Life and the restart of another. My mother,
explicit to the very end, had requested to be
sequestered in a graveyard with a view and a slew
of shade. She would not have chosen Bach, but
to humor me, she would have agreed. The Cellist
arrived with instrument in hand, saying as he
passed: “This is a day for carrying precious things,
I brought Bach on my strings’’. For the saddest
day in my life Bach bathed it with sounds that still
rebound to comfort me a lifetime later. His cello
delves deep in the mystique of emotions that
wreathe our lives with hope and sometimes, surprise!
Beautiful story Glen...I can hear the cello in your words!