Memories
My name is Allan I’ve been playing the piano since I was 7years old. I played the piano to calm me down, memories and many more. My dad taught me how to play the piano many years ago when he was a musician. Me and my dad always sat at the piano together and play all day. My dad passed away about a year ago then he passed his piano down to me. I and my dad were really close I mean really close.
Isn’t long ago me and my wife Susan would sit here for hours and play she passed away two weeks ago. Before she went to sleep id play the piano gently so she could sleep well shed come over and kiss my cheek with her soft lips. We used to make up our own songs together we had our own cd so I could still here her voce.
I remember when I was in the war as a self-medic. I told my friend it was safe to shoot but I guess it wasn’t the minuet he went out he got shot he fell back into my arms as he slowly die. But there was nothing I could do now I think it should have been me. He was greater than a friend to me he was like a brother more like family.
As a boy I opened a present even though I didn’t expect anything, I opened it and it was what I always wanted a wooden horse I would ride round the piano and then play the piano with grandpa.
My grandson sits beside me playing piano with me then I look into the eyes of my grandson and he looks right back into mine.
