My mother deeply appreciated all types of music. In fact, she is the one who introduced me to polka! Who would have thought that a Dutch woman could appreciate such a different type of music! She often played the oldies on Saturday morning during cleaning, loved ABBA, and often played John Denver. When we moved my parents out of their Cutlerville home, we forgot all about the vinyls up in the attic. I hope someone is enjoying them!
She also stressed the importance of my brother and I playing an instrument. Those Saturday morning piano lessons paid off in many ways. One of the best memories was several years ago at my uncle’s funeral service in Virginia. An intense snowstorm meant that the pianist could not play for his funeral. I was able to play instead.
When I listen to this song by Andrew Peterson, I cannot help by wonder what the music in heaven must be like. Is it one continual litany of praise? Is my mother singing?
A Journey Worth Remembering 