Back at the piano

Now that I am back in Indiana, I can play the piano as much as I like, but I often wonder why I purchased this particular one. It’s an upright and badly needs a tuning. The keys are difficult to clean. I always wanted a grand piano but the cost is prohibitive. Maybe the circular design is the reason.

However, I think I know why I have it now– it’s another way to communicate with my father. Besides emailing letters, we also phone him. It’s a frustrating conversation, filled with me shouting at the top of my lungs, but one way I can communicate is to play the piano with the loudest tones and the phone perched on the edge. He cannot always hear all the tones, but he knows that I am sending him love. It’s the only thing that matters.