How lovely it is to have reminders of special people who are no longer with us. For me, these moments happen mostly with music. I was at my tango class today learning how to do graceful ochos (figure eights) and the teacher put on some opera for us to practice to – none other than Délibes’ Flower Duet, which we played at my Nan’s funeral in July. As always, when she pops into my day, the sun was streaming through the dance studio windows and I felt her watching and smiling. Extra special that Nan and Pa used to tango when they were my age.
Happiness as Anarchy #140: Music as memory
