In the past, I have mentioned...in passing, sure...that I have been taking piano lessons with my daughter. I have wanted to learn how to play piano for decades now. And, having it be something that I do weekly with my marvelous daughter--watching her pick it up so much quicker than me, of course--made it all the more special. Our teacher was Dr. Sarah Stevens --the music teacher from my daughter's elementary school.
On top of all the gorgeous weather we had here in Bloomington over the Thanksgiving weekend...and a nice dinner at a friend's house...the weekend was smashed by the news that our piano teacher was dead.
My daughter was very sad by the news...as was I.
We found out the news on Friday afternoon.
Our lessons are typically on Saturday morning...which came and went...and we were sad. The electronic keyboard we borrowed from a friend still sits in our study. We haven't played much this week. As a dad, I don't know if or when to suggest we start lessons again.
Tomorrow my daughter will have music class at school for the first time since Dr. Stevens' death. It will be strange and sad for her, I'm sure.
And, on Friday, the school is having what they call a celebration of life in honor of Dr. Stevens. Calling it a celebration will, to me, not make it any less sad that such a wonderful person...who touched so many people with music...left us so unexpectedly.