Twenty-four years ago today I enjoyed a full day playing music with my father, something I always enjoyed whenever I came home. We played our favorites: Mozart Piano and Violin Sonatas and Fritz Kreisler.
He started me on the violin at age 4 and piano at 6, and we performed together for years at weddings, parties, and dinner music at a local restaurant.
Twenty-four years ago today was the last time we played together. The following morning, just after I left to return to Portland, he was hit by a drunk driver. He never woke up and died the following day. He was only 67.
Cherish the time you have. Life is short, precious, and fragile. Tell people how you feel.
And by all means, do not allow yourself or anyone around you drive while under the influence.
Today, on the 24th anniversary of dad’s death, I went out on the sidewalk and played solo viola.
I played songs that I remember he enjoyed and that remind me of him:
I’ll Be Seeing You
Wonderful, Wonderful Copenhagen
If I were a Rich Man
Nobody Knows the Trouble I’ve Seen
What A Wonderful World
Mexican Hat Dance
They Call The Wind Mariah
Somewhere Over The Rainbow
It’s Only A Shanty
I Don’t Want To Play In Your Yard
I Talk To The Trees