Piano Man

Last night I was sitting on our blue leather couch listening to the baby grand piano that my brother was playing and singing along with him to some of our favorite piano songs.

When my oldest brother Phil graduated high school I was entering high school. He was headed to college at CU Boulder and as his mini side kick I was upset. At the time me and my other brother Greg weren't very close and I was dreading my brothers departure. As a parting gift my brother entrusted me with all of his old CD'S which I spent hours devouring. My brother has, is and will probably always be my greatest musical influence so this gift was like giving me the secret to surviving those last years at home. Eventually me and my other brother that was at home with me became super close as we shared our love of good movies, irony and intense sarcasm.

My brother Phil graduated college the same year I graduated high school and came home for a year to save money. Next fall he will be moving with his girlfriend  to Washington, DC to attend Law School at Georgetown. Although I am super proud of him this just brings about another realization that I am growing up.

My Mom and I were talking about it and she said hearing my brother play the piano and sing made her really emotional. I can tell she is definitely going to miss his beautiful music and beautiful spirit next year. My brother Greg made a valid point saying this summer is probably the last time all three of us will live together. It was a really weird thing to think about. Unlike most siblings I hear about my brothers and I have always been super close but I guess this is growing up.

Even when you gone the music will still be there.