This picture is holding a place for the sweetest memory of
the week. I baked challah bread for our recently widowed neighbor on Friday. When
we went to deliver it, we heard beautiful piano music that stopped with our
knock. I looked at George and said, “Was he playing?”
He answered the door, grateful for the bread, and said,
“Would you like to come in for tea?” (He is a “Cockney” from Central London.)
We spent the most delightful tea time with him. He told us
how he met his Cornwall bride of 64 years and how they came to Corvallis USA.
He spoke so lovingly of his beloved, Janie. Then, he summed up his 80+ years of
life and the choices he has made by quoting “The Road Not Taken” by Robert
Frost (the whole thing).
If that wasn’t enough to make our day, he said, “Would you
like to hear a song?” We gladly replied, “Yes,” and he ushered us into his tiny
living room that held a beautiful grand piano and played “I Love You Just the
Way You Are” by Billy Joel without any music. He didn’t even know the name of
the song. He had just heard it and learned to play it by ear.
We left speechless and in awe.
I did not bring my camera. Perhaps that was better to savor every moment of that song.
This picture is to hold this day in my memory forever. It
was blessed.
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