A gift from Papa

Last night my siblings, my boyfriend and I watched the world renowned violinist Uto Ughi. Uto showed brilliance with his music. I remember sighing after I heard him play Beethoven's Spring Sonata and his last piece the meditation. I was literally clapping out loud. Many people came to watch the concert but we got our tickets for free. It was such an experience to share that moment with the people I love.

Anyway last night was also my late Papa's birthday. He would have been 46 now. While we were waiting for the shuttle, my sister whispered "Uto is right behind us". Apparently Uto together with his also exceedingly gifted accompanist that night Alexander was waiting for their ride home. I couldn't stop myself from approaching them and asking for their autographs. Uto and Alexander did not hesitate to give us their autographs. They were very friendly and they were even praising each other for their respective performance that night. My boyfriend took our pictures. After that moment my boyfriend told us that he saw Uto carrying his violin with the strap branded Garnieri. Whew! Uto plays with a Stradivarius and a Garnieri by the way. Tow of the finest violins in the world for its rich tone! These violins are so rare that one time a Strad was auctioned it was sold for about 3 Million dollars. I would die to have just one but Uto has two! I believe his violins were made during the 17th century. He deserves it anyway.

It was a gift from Papa. Because we were the only ones who got their autographs and pictures. Everyone was waiting for them at the lobby but apparently they left right after the performance. We were fortunate enough to spot them at the artist's entrance. After our heavenly moment with the two great artists their car was just on time to pick them up. Other people who saw what we did, did not have the chance to get their pictures with the artists. We were so lucky. I feel somehow guilty though because I was in Cloud 9 that I forgot to take the camera from my boyfriend so that he could have his chance of having a souvenir too. I remember him telling me again and again how he admired the pianist during the performance. Sorry hon. I'll make it up to you.

After that we immediately called our mom to tell her our winning moment. I knew my mom was somehow emotional that night because he missed our Papa. Six years after my father's death, sometimes moments like that still happen when you just remember him and you cry because you missed him. Anyway I know Papa did something in heaven that's why God made this whole surprise to us.

Thanks Papa for the gift. We love you and we miss you!

Keep an eye on all of us okay?