Grief
Grief is a strange thing. You are going about your life and then suddenly this aching just slaps you in the face. I woke up recently with a strong desire to hear my mother play The Entertainer by Scott Joplin. It was my favorite piece to listen to her play, and she was usually willing to take requests, as long as she wasn't in the middle of rehearsing for a performance. The thing is, when she passed her quality of life was already so diminished that even if she were still alive now I still wouldn't be able to listen to her playing such a complicated piece, if she were able to play anything at all. Everything that I miss the most about my mom was already gone before she died. I distinctly remember visiting my parents for Easter two years before she passed. I was four or five months pregnant with my oldest and one night I just broke down sobbing to my husband because I realized that no matter how things progres...