I remember the first time I ever heard Mom play a tune on the piano. We were sitting in the upstairs kitchen at her home finishing up a crossword puzzle. Steve, my then boyfriend, and I were planning to go to a party. Mom who was ever vigilant about these things, volunteered to iron Steve's shirt. Telling me she'd be right back, she  descended into the basement where the ironing board was set up.  In the meantime, while I struggled over the puzzle,  I could hear toe-taping, finger-snapping, piano music coming from downstairs.   Thinking it was a CD, when she emerged from the basement with the perfectly ironed shirt, I asked her what she was listening to downstairs. You could just imagine my surprise to learn, that in fact it was not a CD, but mom who was playing the piano.  Not skipping a beat she merely said, "I always play a tune while  waiting for the iron to heat up".  Never a moment  wasted with mom. How about her playing the piano at rehab last year, to the entertainment of the staff and patients, or the band she joined when she was 80!!! Now we know for sure that heaven has soul!  Miss you our sweet angel! Love you!