It’s been an interesting year trying to get into the swing of retirement with one of us retired and one not. Taking it easy after so many years of punching that time clock isn’t an easy task. My space was invaded and I had to learn to adjust with H underfoot everyday but he had to adjust to not having a schedule or routine to adhere to. Teaching private lessons three afternoons a week, and taking a theory class at the local college has kept him in the game….
You prepare for this milestone all your life, but when the day of retirement finally arrives, you are slammed in the face with the reality of it all. I know this is true because I’ve seen H moping about for the last few weeks as that date which seemed so far away last year is now on top of him.
He sits quietly, gazing off into space with something bigger on his mind. His thoughts, I’m sure, are on what he’s accomplished and the legacy he’s leaving behind. He’s given his love of music to so many over the years through his career of teaching and always hoping they carry it with them the rest of their lives.
There will be no more early morning or late afternoon rehearsals in his preparation for competitions or festivals with students itching to leave and their parents grumbling because he kept them waiting.
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