Today I went to my mother’s alone for the first time since she passed. I immediately went to her piano and played a song that she taught me when I was only 8 or 9.

I left feeling like we had shared something intimate and sacred. I left feeling as if she was on that bench beside me. I left feeling a little more healed than I did when I arrived.

I’ll never play as beautifully as she did. But I’ll play in her memory every time I sit at a piano bench for the rest of my days in this temporary home.

And I know she’s now making music more beautiful than anything our earthly ears could comprehend.