Finding The Music
Almost seven years ago, when my best friend died, a part of me died too. I suppose everyone who's lost a loved one would agree in some way. When the entire picture as you've known it changes and you find yourself trying to envision a life without someone who meant everything to you, there are things about you that are never quite the same. A version of yourself left with them the second they passed or the moment you got the news that you had to say goodbye. What that looks like varies person to person but everyone who has suffered loss can point to something that changed within them from that point onward and has never been what it was since. For me, this looked like stepping away from playing the piano. Even though music wasn't a big part of what my chosen brother Alex and I shared for so many years, it became a side effect that symbolized the loss I felt. For some reason, every time I'd sit down to play as I had for many years prior, all the emotions would spil...
