As you have previously read, my home is very quiet. The T.V. is never on. I can live very comfortably without background noise.
However, when I go out of the house, I turn on the radio and tune in to our local classical music station WSMR. This is for the benefit of my wonderful dog Penne. She seems to be a bit more relaxed if the radio is on when I am absent.
It’s also for my benefit. For, when I return home, I sometimes leave the radio on.
Thus it was that yesterday I heard one of the two “Romances for Violin and Orchestra” by Beethoven.
As I listened my mind was filled with memories.
For when my Dad lay a dying in 1974 (before he went to Ham Green Hospital near Bristol for his final hours on this earth) I sat with him in our “middle room” and we listened to the two Beethoven Romances on an “E.P” (extended play) records (remember those E.P’s?).
‘Twas a bittersweet time.
I cannot be certain that Dad heard and enjoyed the music.
But Dad was there. I was there. And Beethoven was there.
In that trinity of me, dad, and Beethoven was also the trinity of God.
Here is one of the Beethoven Romances.