My husband is a musician. Quite an accomplished one at that.
He plays any stringed instrument with ease and in a way that makes other musicians jealous
and it all started with a guitar.
A Gibson guitar. A 1958 Gibson. The one he learned on.
The one that his Father gave to him.
It all ends very tragically.
You see, last Saturday night, he was at a church
helping with a monthly singing.
He left his guitar up on the stage, and a
wonderful woman going up to play the violin stumbled.
And you guessed it, she fell on his guitar.
Cracking the face of it and ruining the case.
Ugh.
Yes, the guitar is very valuable...in the thousands of dollars,
but the real tragedy is that it is so very precious to him.
His reaction is that it is only a material possession and no one was hurt in the accident.
I completely agree with him, but morn the
injury to the Gibson.
I guess that I wish that it would have not happened at all, but it did. And now we simply wait for the Gibson company to get back with him on the repairs.
And life goes on. And being a musician, he does have
other guitars to use until his favorite is repaired.
But none will be the same as the one that he
learned on, was blessed with by his father
and holds such a precious place in his heart.
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