Dad put on a favorite hymn and when the strings and piano joined in with the pipes he started to tear up… his face took on a very serious but soft look to it and I could tell he was drawn into his own mind and his own memories. He simply said “This reminds me of my Grandpa, Robert Munro.” His voice cracked as he said his grand-dad’s name and he switch to his Scottish accent to give the family name flare and, I imagine, respect as well.
The music had stirred a pressure up in my chest and the sight of my father fighting with emotion threw my heart up into my throat. I couldn’t respond. I simply nodded and stayed quiet.
The verse mentioned above crashed into my consciousness and I just about cried. I don’t know if I can explain the relation but I felt like I understood that verse so much more.
The moment was just that, a moment, and then he had to fly. This is such a busy season for him and Mom.
