Last night I had the most realistic dream I think I've ever had. My Grandma Farnsworth, who passed away 13 years ago came up to me and gave me a hug. I swear, I could really feel her arms! It was so real, I woke up with the tactile echo of that hug on my skin. Too bad you can't make yourself have dreams like this. They just come. Anyway, I was thinking about my grandma a lot today.
I actually went to a funeral for the mother of one of my piano students today. She had cancer and died far too young. But this woman was a lot like my grandma in some ways. She was a peaceful, quiet woman--so accepting of everyone, and so genuine. It is always astonishing to see the absolute beauty of a person who many would have considerred quite ordinary, just by paying attention a little. We should pay more attention when they are alive and with us. There is no such thing as an ordinary person.
Oh yeah, and I ran 3 miles on the treadmill, BF. |