Words are small for today. I attended an orthodox requiem mass for a dear friend’s brother. A senseless death. Holding a beeswax candle in one hand and long stem lilies in the other, I prayed that some of my strength could be past to my grieving friend. The sounds of the cantors floated with the incense as I fought for composure.
As I left the church, I happened upon a fellow student of my maestra. I was flustered and confused and barely said hello. Later at a concert on the same evening, I apologised and tried to explain my absent greeting. She asked me, “Was it a mafia bosses funeral? Only funerals for the bosses get crowds like that”. I declined, in fact it was the opposite. His noble character got the crowds.