with yesterday’s post. Our family listened to Bach’s “Toccata and Fugue” three years ago, imagining her dancing into Heaven. We were unable to be at the hospital with her because ice that morning prevented us driving the hills from our home to her. (She died at 6:05 and we finally made it to the hospital around 10:00).
On each of the anniversaries of her Homegoing Dave and I have listened again to “Toccata and Fugue” at 6:05. It’s been a wonderful way to imagine how well and happy she is.
Forgive me for not explaining this better yesterday.