This is one of the pieces mother heard me play in her last days on earth. On March 8, where Mom set out for her new journey, I played this lovely piece once more to bid her farewell and to accompany her.... Despite the sound quality, hope you would enjoy it, dear Mom...

It was fate that prevented our meeting as I drove in heavy San Francisco traffic one day for a reunion with my old friend.  Later, Mrs. Ting and I spoke over the phone.  It was as if she and I were in a room together speaking in person.  I was struck by the personal and immediate way she spoke.  She was sad but also she was happy for the friendship and expressed this in a poetic way that is still in my ears and my heart.  I thank her for her words.  There is no death in love or music. We will all meet there, these of us that immersed our lives and flew in their streams of eternal life... we return to whence the inspiration comes, to where the muse whispers its lullaby....

As my own mother passed recently, her immortal words still live in my heart, as is so much of her being.  I will share some of them here...  "We are all a variation on the theme... a theme of humanity."  If only this wisdom took a firmer hold in our world!  Music as was her life and her greatness brought people together much like with Mrs. Ting.  I am sure they would have a wonderful conversation but now, as in music, there is no need for words.  I send her love and regards and her welcome from beyond in this note and this image of us on our travels in life.

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