They Sold the Antique Piano My Grandma Left Me—From Her Hospice Bed, She Made One Call

students now, including Aunt Margaret’s granddaughter. In the evenings, I play until the stars come out—sometimes Chopin, sometimes Bach, sometimes just improvised melodies that go nowhere and everywhere. Grandma’s presence lingers in those moments, in the smell of lavender, in the creak of old floorboards, in the way light falls through windows at continue reading …