By Maureen Barron
Surreal Magic Moments
The cellist had once played in the London Philharmonic. She spoke with plummy aplomb. She introduced the catholic priest dressed in his robes. He, long and thin and fair of hair, sat pious at the piano. We were battered by life, weary with worry. Sent for sanctuary to a Monastery which was surrounded by ancient history and monks, and huge redwood trees. Then the magic happened! The priest played the piano like a Maestro while the cellist played on our heartstrings with 'The Swan.'
I stand outside The nursing home wearing a mask a good distance from the door to deliver a bag of items for him. The bag stands at a safe distance also waiting for someone to come out and collect it. Another couple approach the door The door opens they announce they have come to take their relative home. A tear springs out of my eye I wish I could do that. Bring him home.