A couple of notes:
The next wave of economic destruction is heaving into view. Artists, freelancers, and low-wage workers were first, but now some of my friends and students are starting to be furloughed or fired..librarians, IT workers, researchers, faculty members. It makes me sad, and low-grade nervous for my husband's job. My online teaching at this point I think will survive, even if some students fall away...but that could be overly optimistic. This pandemic has been worse than my expectations at almost every turn- and I am a pessimist by nature.
My mother snapped a picture of where my father's memorial oak tree will be planted in Bryan Park. It is a lovely spot, next to a bench and a small creek; he would have approved. I hope that someday I get to visit it.
I continue to be profoundly thankful that he is already gone.
I did have a couple of nice moments in lessons this week. I watched a 96-year old new student pour his heart into Bach's Air on a G String, and I talked with a longtime student about the eternity inherent in chaconnes-their harmonies were repeating before you were born; they are repeating now; they will be repeating after you die. I think she found solace in that, as do I.
1 comment:
I love that your father will have a memorial tree--it is a perfect way to honor him. And I think he would enjoy looking over the shoulders of folks sitting on the bench and providing them with shade.
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