Can you tell I'm proud of my brother?! I am. Wish I could play the piano like him.

journal: He used to play music everyday, more or less. He used to play guitar and piano and he did sing too. Lately he’s been so busy with life, family and work that music became a thing of the past.

Then my grandmother died - and we both remembered our promise to her: we should sing at her funeral. As sad an occasion as it was, I’m still glad it got my brother back behind the piano. And I think we both found it meaningful to honor our grandma’s wish in the way we did (and as we also did at both our grandfathers funerals as well so many years ago).

Some day in the near future I hope to sing with him on an happy occasion as well. Don't let the music slip away little brother!

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