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Wednesday, February 22, 2006
I first met her when i was 6. She was this young woman who came into our house for an introduction before proceeding on with my first piano lesson the next week. Then i began having lessons with her, until 11 years later. She was this glamourous lady who zipped around in a sports car and carry branded goods. Long hair and different clothes every week. I don't remember seeing her in the same outfit my whole 11 years with her.
Now, she has lost everything.
It hit me hard. She was there, battling stomach cancer. Fighting for her life. Her family with her, going through it all. Music was her life. She had a great life. But how quickly things come and go.. life is ever so fragile. God could give you everything, and He can take everything away too. But there's one thing which He would never take, and that is His love for you.
Her love for music. It was her life. I'm going to make it mine too.
4:54 AM