Thank you all for your understanding in my time of loss. Iām most grateful.
Itās my father so it IS a big loss.
To me, my dad played Chopin better than Chopin. He was a brilliant pianist and I got to hear it live. I think I may have taken that for granted at times.
Even while playing outside with the neighbourhood kids, he could be heard. I āwasā proud of my dad in these moments.
We got the piano shortly after moving to Canada from England.
Clearly my dad wasnāt a beginner.
He sat down and played Chopin Nocturne 9 , No.2; perfectly.
Even at an early age, it sent shivers down my spine and throughout my skin. Iād never heard anything so beautiful in my life. My dad played many beautiful classical songs, mainly impromptuās and nocturnes.
We had a solid wood floor so the sound of the piano echoed throughout the house. Chopin truly used all 66 keys
Chopin - Frantaise - Impromptus, ( Op.66 )
Claire de Lune
While writing about my dad, I shall add songs that he introduced me to in my younger years. Thereās no doubt that I got my appreciation of music from my dad. My mom was tone deaf. Literally.
Besides playing classical, he played a lot of pop songs and sang . Iād stand and sing right beside him. Without knowing it I learned how to harmonize by listening to my father. He could add harmony to anything.
At 95, my dad wasnāt doing well so heās definitely in a better place and in this place heāll automatically know how much he was loved by myself and others.
Iām truly grateful that I was able to forgive him before he died. It took me years to learn how to forgive something so profound but I did.
Forgiveness came in layers and each layer came with new perspective and appreciation. Only when I learned to forgive , could I really know him as a person ; which he deserved.
At the moment Iām still in shock but Iād like to share all the wonderful things Iāve learned about my dad over the next few weeks. He deserves it.