A Visit from My Father
My dad was genetically wired to be happy …
He always had a song in him … if you couldn’t hear it, it was just below the surface …
As he went about his day, he would often vocalize the melody of some spirited congregational hymn. He added runs and “grace notes” … mentally playing his trumpet along with the music …
He included the tonguing (you’ll only know what that is if you’ve played a brass or woodwind instrument) …
This morning, as I moved around the house, waking and feeding our cats, I did a little concert, ending with “In My Heart There Rings a Melody” …
It didn’t take me long to realize that, through the marvel of genetics, my father was visiting …
It’s always a pleasure to have him around …