July 30, 2007 at 4:44 AMThis morning I recieved a phone call from my father. My grandfather had slipped into a coma that morning and wasn't expected to make it through the night. A little while later, I recieved an e-mail from my sister. My grandfather and uncle were doing their morning routine, and my grandfather was singing a silly song... "my name Johansen, I come from Winconson..." It was something he started doing in the hospital when the nurse asked him his name each and every time before giving him his medications, food, and any other check-ups througout the day. He had gotten tired of the sterile hospital routine, and would sing this little song instead. This morning he sang this song before breakfast as usual, after he finished the song he slipped into a coma.
Several hours later, I recieved another call. He had just passed away. Tomorrow I head to Texas to be with the family and then attend his funeral and play his eulogy.
Everyone has some different kind of music they associate with a person close to them.
I know that playing his violin at his funeral was the best that I could have given the people there. Words wouldn't have worked. Music did.
I hope you can find some solace in this time of grief, maybe through your instrument, maybe not.
thats so sad, my condolances on your loss
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