Sunday
I have had a difficult time writing about this day. I found out this morning that a good friend of mine lost his 8-year-old daughter to pneumonia yesterday. She was being life-flighted to a nearby city and died in transit. I have known her since she was a baby. The loss is gut-wrenching and horrifying. I wept for most of the day, then tried to pull myself together in time to get ready for the performance I and my piano ensemble have been practicing for over the past few months.
We met at 5:00, ate together and discussed our program. Our page-turners hadn't practiced with us in the chapel with the two piano set-up, so at 6:00 we had a program run-through for their benefit. They're so nervous that they'll mess us up. I was able to relax and turn my mind to the performance, but it was really difficult. Our ensemble works well together, and we LOVE playing with each other!
At 7:00 the audience was packed and we began. I forget EVERYTHING else when I perform. It's a time when I feel true joy because I'm sharing something I love with my whole heart. David tells me he could turn off the sound and just WATCH me perform, because he thinks it's the only time I look happy and at peace. He's funny. I told him he couldn't watch ME--he needed to watch the music and do his job! I never get nervous--I just have a wonderful time.
The performance went SO WELL! We finished and took our bows--happy and sad. I will miss our rehearsal times, but it's good to be done with this performance. There was a reception following, so we got to meet, greet, and talk to many people. That's not really my thing, but it's a necessary component of performing. So I put on my smile and my gracious manner, and pretended to be at ease as I talked with people I don't know.
I finally got home around 9:30. The kids went to bed after Tabitha pitched a fit about not being able to brush her teeth when she wanted to. I HATE it when she gets overtired. She's impossible. But I just wanted to hug her, hold her. I'm so sad about the death of my friend's sweet daughter.
Darrin and I went to bed around midnight. We stayed up to talk and cry.
I have had a difficult time writing about this day. I found out this morning that a good friend of mine lost his 8-year-old daughter to pneumonia yesterday. She was being life-flighted to a nearby city and died in transit. I have known her since she was a baby. The loss is gut-wrenching and horrifying. I wept for most of the day, then tried to pull myself together in time to get ready for the performance I and my piano ensemble have been practicing for over the past few months.
We met at 5:00, ate together and discussed our program. Our page-turners hadn't practiced with us in the chapel with the two piano set-up, so at 6:00 we had a program run-through for their benefit. They're so nervous that they'll mess us up. I was able to relax and turn my mind to the performance, but it was really difficult. Our ensemble works well together, and we LOVE playing with each other!
At 7:00 the audience was packed and we began. I forget EVERYTHING else when I perform. It's a time when I feel true joy because I'm sharing something I love with my whole heart. David tells me he could turn off the sound and just WATCH me perform, because he thinks it's the only time I look happy and at peace. He's funny. I told him he couldn't watch ME--he needed to watch the music and do his job! I never get nervous--I just have a wonderful time.
The performance went SO WELL! We finished and took our bows--happy and sad. I will miss our rehearsal times, but it's good to be done with this performance. There was a reception following, so we got to meet, greet, and talk to many people. That's not really my thing, but it's a necessary component of performing. So I put on my smile and my gracious manner, and pretended to be at ease as I talked with people I don't know.
I finally got home around 9:30. The kids went to bed after Tabitha pitched a fit about not being able to brush her teeth when she wanted to. I HATE it when she gets overtired. She's impossible. But I just wanted to hug her, hold her. I'm so sad about the death of my friend's sweet daughter.
Darrin and I went to bed around midnight. We stayed up to talk and cry.
posted by Samantha @ 9:30 PM
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