Memories
I just got my first Ipod, and as I listen to the music, I am amazed at the memories that have surfaced and the feelings that have been provoked. Being swayed by Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata, I recall my father's hands gently bringing alive a piano. I can see his body moving along with each note, and can feel the hypnotic power of the melody. I am transported to another time, where my life was simple, but I didn't know it. The comforting feelings of spending time with my father, seemingly doing nothing. Those are my most vivid memories. Seeing him in complete illumination as his fingers conquered any piano. The memories evoke my love for him and also the sadness of not spending enough time with him. My guilt wishes I gave him those hugs that he wanted, but as a bratty teenager, I rejected. The advice I didn't follow, and wish I had. The time I didn't have for him. The appreciation of classical music that I inherited from him. The work ethic. The values. The passion f