This morning just before I woke up I was having a dream. In the - TopicsExpress

This morning just before I woke up I was having a dream. In the dream I was in a big room - who knows where - and behind me I heard the opening sounds of Chopins Polonaise, a song from my childhood which for me only means one thing - my mother playing! I turned, and there she was, no longer in a big room but at our piano in our living room. I watched and listened so happily for a few minutes, until something broke the trance/dream, and I awoke, slightly disoriented and of course, sad, a kind of sadness hard to shake. But it is a sadness I will receive with gratitude for these chances to see my mom (or my dad) again. I meet them now only - and often - in my dreams, and these dreams keep them as it were, alive for me. As a footnote, at my best as a seventh grade piano player I never could quite master Polonaise. I got pretty good at playing it about half speed, but was just not good enough for the Chopin style. But my mom was.