Evan goes to college in August, and we’ll miss him. His humor, the conversations about what he’s learning in school–but for me, I’ll miss most of all his music. He’s a gifted cellist, and I love listening to him play. I don’t listen to much music anymore, given my preference for silence. But it’s always a pleasure when Evan practices his cello.
The other day, he had a quartet rehearsing in our living room. They were getting ready to play at a local wedding. Good music brings out the good in people.