I have been walking in a mild daze since my Mom’s death. Yet there have been so many moments of kindness from all of my friends and from her friends, and from new friends. And as I settle her affairs, I am helped every step of the way by her incredible, careful attention to detail. Small notes everywhere answer questions and all of her affairs are in order. I feel her presence at all times, as I go up north to take care of her stuff, when I played the concerto concert last week with Guy, in everything that I do.
Now, just as spring has come to this part of the world, my old Dad is starting 7 weeks of radiation treatments. He is both frail and strong, completely willing to take the time, face the challenge and to take a shot at staying longer on this beautiful Earth. He always reminds me to dig in and enjoy every second while I can.
My students have been very patient and we are getting ready for their recitals and juries. Concerts and recordings are coming up and I feel like I have been on a long journey and am starting to accept that "normal" means "ever changing". It is good to be home.