When my grandfather passed away many years ago, I inherited his guitar.
My mom remembers him playing it in Germany. He was an artist, both a writer and a musician though he didn’t earn a living as one. He had a travel bug and when he moved his family to Canada, this guitar came with him.
I don’t think it is an expensive guitar. But it is beautiful nonetheless. It is worn from many years of use. And I have finally purchased a nice soft resting place for it. Those of you who are musicians would probably be horrified in the ways that I have displayed it over the years.
I used to think that maybe someday I would learn to play the guitar. I don’t know if that will happen. I kind of doubt it. But maybe, somewhere down the line, one of his great great great grandchildren will discover it and bring it to life once again.
- A Step in the Right Direction
- One Step Closer