I don’t mean to brag, but if dying well were an Olympic sport, we would win gold.
This is my mother’s Hospice room. Cecil is on fiddle, Sara is playing the hammered dulcimer in the middle, and I’m playing the one on the left. Both Sara and Cecil are long time friends of my parents.
On my 13th birthday, Cecil and his wife Julie (who took this picture, so she’s not in it, but she was playing guitar) took me to buy my first hammered dulcimer. Sara taught me to play. My senior year of high school I won the hammered dulcimer competition at the Fiddler’s Grove Fiddler’s Festival in Union Grove, NC. Cecil accompanied me on guitar. In that competition I beat Sara, my teacher. She sent me a dozen pink roses with a note telling me how proud she was of me. Both Cecil and Sara played at my wedding. Where would we be without sacred community?