I lost a friend of 50 years today.
He has passed on.
I met my friend when I was 7 years old and he has always been a part of my life since.
But, in life, there comes a time when you have to let go.
So, I let go. I will miss him greatly.
In life there are also opportunities. So my friend is now in the hands of another young child.
My friend, my guitar, something I have had since those first guitar lessons, is now part of another life.
Some arthritis, injuries, and surgery has stolen the dexterity from my fingers. They remember what they need to do, but can’t quite manage it.
Once you’ve played a “Paul Simon” guitar rift, the melody of Classical Gas, or any other of the hundreds of songs I’ve played on my guitar, it is hard to lose that joy.
Reality is stark sometimes. I am comforted that my friend is in good hands, Hands that will learn the simple joy of playing music. Not to crowds of people, but alone, by yourself, eyes closed, the music flowing from the instrument.
Playing music is as close as one can come to real magic.
It has brought great joy to me over the years.
I lost a friend today. But I keep the memories.