My friend and I had thought about connecting this weekend and going to hear a concert. But imagine my surprise to discover that there really wasn't anything to go hear! No Concert for You! Unbelievable for Rochester.
I had spent the morning at Sibley Library deep in research about Lullabies, discovering and selecting potential music for PrayerSong to sing for our Buffalo debut. I found some lovely pieces, and was just finishing listening to some ancient LPs when my cellphone rang and nearly scared me out of my senses in the quiet tombs of the listening room.
The weekend staff person called to say she had just been told her father was in the hospital and wasn't doing well. I made arrangements to come to work and spell her so she could go to Buffalo and headed out. Before I could get there, almost before she hung up, her father died. He had lung cancer, but this was too quick and unexpected. He was on a course of treatment and should have had more time.
I wouldn't have felt like going to a concert if we had found one to go to. I was deeply touched by her loss, by her repeated attempts to focus and think what to do next. The death of even someone we have never met affects us in unexpected ways. I quietly closed the library, feeling her sorrow. I wandered home slowly, and just sat for awhile.
Tomorrow will be better. Time has a way.
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