We are selling my keyboard. For a smaller, more travelable one. (that should be a word if it’s not)
And tonight, when we set it into it’s black cushy case to be sent to a church in New Mexico, I started crying. Yes, crying over a keyboard. Actually, at first I just got sad and decided to say some words before I zipped it up.
“You were a great keyboard to me. I wrote closer to the moon on you... (this is where I started crying). I tried to learn to play on other pianos and keyboards before, but you were the only one that worked for me...”
I asked Kirk to say some words as well and I was reminded of that scene in Garden State when they bury Sam’s hamster. Kirk didn’t really know what to say but I knew that he was sad to see it go as well.
Considering the number of times I played “Great is Thy Faithfulness” on those little keys, it’s only fitting that it would go to a church.
Godspeed, keyboard, godspeed.