I Took Care of My Elderly Neighbor – After She Died, the Police Knocked on My Door, and When I Learned Why, My Knees Buckled

I played the melody Robert had written.

I opened it. Inside was a note:

“My darling Daisy,

I wanted to give you something you couldn’t refuse or argue about. Something that was just for you.

This piano is yours now. This studio is yours. Play again, my love.

And know that even though I’m gone, I’m still here. In every note. In every chord. In every song.continue reading …