Funeral in Methuen, MA June 26, 2012

A few days ago I got a call from a client, Mary, who said her father had just passed away after a long illness.  She wanted violin to be played at his funeral – as the violin is a special instrument to her.

When I showed up at the funeral home I met Mary for the first time.  She was so kind to me even though her world was falling apart.  It was a large Italian family – and Mary’s father was a big family man who put them first before anything else.  As I continued to play, I watched the slideshow with picture after picture of her father, who had kind eyes and was always smiling.  I found myself drawn into the loss that this entire family was enduring.

As Mary took the stand to speak about her beloved father, her voice trembled and tears streamed down her face as she spoke of her love for her Dad – who, as a young Italian boy, overcame many adversities, entering adulthood much too early in order to take care of his family.  She spoke of his devotion to his family and his unconditional love for his children.  As she spoke, tears began to well up in my eyes, as I could see the amount of pain she was experiencing.

I couldn’t help but think of my own Dad – and how much he has enriched my life – how precious it is to be someone’s daughter and to be loved beyond all limits.

I feel so honored to have been a part of this time of reflection and remembrance of a man who was loved so dearly by his family and who touched so many lives.

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