Today was supposed to be a great day filled with music, and packing, and general awesomeness. Worked this morning, and it went by so fast that I was excited to have extra energy to devote to music this afternoon. On the schedule was:
1) Starting to transcribe a song for one of my students.
2) Packing a few random music books and resources that can be readied for the move.
3) Working on the lesson binder.
4) Playing/Writing/etc.
It was going to be great. It was going to be a day where a lot of things were set into motion. It was going to sit as a huge building block day leading into Round 2 of the Start Experiment.
Then I checked my voicemail. Message from my Dad asking me to call him. So I did.
My Grandma passed away this morning.
And just like that, all of the energy went out of my day. Being nine hours away really sucks right now. Nobody should have to adjust to being an orphan at 64 by themselves. Least of all, somebody's Dad.
I'm down, but I'll pick myself back up. Tomorrow I'll use the music to do what it has always done for me before: prop me up and get me through.
She's in a better place now, for sure, but her presence, her humor, and her grace will be missed by those of us left behind.
1) Starting to transcribe a song for one of my students.
2) Packing a few random music books and resources that can be readied for the move.
3) Working on the lesson binder.
4) Playing/Writing/etc.
It was going to be great. It was going to be a day where a lot of things were set into motion. It was going to sit as a huge building block day leading into Round 2 of the Start Experiment.
Then I checked my voicemail. Message from my Dad asking me to call him. So I did.
My Grandma passed away this morning.
And just like that, all of the energy went out of my day. Being nine hours away really sucks right now. Nobody should have to adjust to being an orphan at 64 by themselves. Least of all, somebody's Dad.
I'm down, but I'll pick myself back up. Tomorrow I'll use the music to do what it has always done for me before: prop me up and get me through.
She's in a better place now, for sure, but her presence, her humor, and her grace will be missed by those of us left behind.
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