Music of the Heart – Thankful Thursday

In less than a week, it’s going to be my dad’s 70th birthday. Even with that coming up it hadn’t really occurred to me that he was getting up there in years, mostly because he was Dad and Dad wasn’t Old, he was just Dad.

(Logic, which normally works just fine for me, fails me now and then.)

Then Dad told me that he was retiring from the local symphony that he’s played his double horn with my entire life. And that’s when it really hit me. He’s been retired from his actual job for about five years now, but it’s the thought that he won’t be playing his horn anymore that really clues me in that he’s reached the twilight years. (Even though he’s a Grampa ten times over and has had knee surgery because he injured his knee playing with said grandchildren at a family picnic several years ago.)

When I asked him about why he was retiring from the syphony he said, “Martha, I can’t make it through a whole concert anymore and if I practice the day before a performance (which I have to do) I can’t perform at all.”

It had never occurred to me that this would become a problem for him because playing his horn has been such an integral part of who he is to me for my entire life that the though of him retiring it is like getting smacked in the face with a two by four.

He is plying in public one last time, this Sunday at his ward and I am grateful that I got the chance to find out about it before it happened so that I could make it to see. We’ve tried to go to his concerts in the past with varying defgrees of success, but for this last one, I hope all of my seven siblings (and I made sure we all knew) can make it.

For my soul delighteth in the song of the heart; yea, the song of the righteous is a prayer unto me, and it shall be answered with a blessing upon their heads. –D&C 25:12

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About martha0stout

I like to read and write and hang out with my family and friends. I currently live on a farm and all that such a living entails.
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