My grandma was so devoted to her music that she brought her grand piano to assisted living. It dominated the small apartment. But it was worth it. Even as dementia dulled her awareness, she could play fully harmonized songs from memory while grandpa hummed the bass line.
Today would have been her 90th birthday. So this weekend, I’ll listen to Debussy and Widor and Joplin and remember her tiny form perched happily on the bench, hands flying across the keys.
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such a lovely lady and a sweet way to remember her :)