Music Celebrating Life

After the memorial service for my aunt last weekend, all of the relatives attending (probably about 20 or so) gathered on the back deck of the house to chat, catch up with each other, and to celebrate life with music.

My mother and friends played ukelele and flute. The youngest of the tribe sat rapt in the lawn chair, swaying to the music.




Some of the next generation began learning how to play chords, being tutored by Clifford, a member of the Nevada City Strum Bums.

It was a lovely evening, full of memories,
warm feelings, a bit of sadness and grief at what has been lost. But also gratitude for what we still have: each other - and the hope of the future which was sitting, dancing, and running in front of our eyes.