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This piece, actually four separate segments, was written shortly after my father died. Part four was posted previously as “Elegy for My Father.”
When someone dies, we generally remember the good things. At funerals and memorials the dead are often described in glowing terms, almost as if they were larger than life. It used to bother me. It somehow seemed disingenuous. However, it doesn't seem that way to me anymore. I believe it is really a matter of perspective. Growing up I didn’t think of my father as larger than life. He was just my father. But now, looking back, I realize how grand his life was. In fact, how grand all our lives are. All of us are larger than life. Sometimes, we just don’t realize it until a life has ended.
(In memory of A. T. Atwood)
When someone dies, we generally remember the good things. At funerals and memorials the dead are often described in glowing terms, almost as if they were larger than life. It used to bother me. It somehow seemed disingenuous. However, it doesn't seem that way to me anymore. I believe it is really a matter of perspective. Growing up I didn’t think of my father as larger than life. He was just my father. But now, looking back, I realize how grand his life was. In fact, how grand all our lives are. All of us are larger than life. Sometimes, we just don’t realize it until a life has ended.
(In memory of A. T. Atwood)
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White Hawks
Great as always Tom! Very emotional and I like the way
how you used the strings and the piano together.
Especially the first part was great!! I like the Description
too:) Thanks for sharing your great song!
- Hawks