For the last four years, on the first Thursday in the month, I have known where to find my mother and my father. The two of them together have been in charge of a noon coffee program for seniors in their church. Every first Thursday in the month around 30-40 elders have come, to be together, to have lunch, for my mother´s piano music and for different kinds of entertainment. It is impossible to tell what it means for people to gather like this, not to eat alone, to have someone to talk with, to fill your mind with music, with singing, with lectures, presentations, raffles and so on.
My father is 81 now, my mother 84. They have told their church that today was their last time in charge. Now they want to "sit on the other side of the table".
As a "grand finale" my father asked my brother to come and play the viola, me to come and have a presentation in photos and words, a travel letter from Nepal.
The priest came with roses for my parents, there were cakes,
and as always there was a raffle.
I am so proud of my parents.
They are a one of a kind. Really.
I know your words and music will be missed.