Saying Good-Bye to my Dad, Part 5

The girl didn't know what to do about the silence and the many questions in this time of waiting, so she herself kept silent and listened carefully. She heard many things while she was listening - the birds outside her window, the laughter of her children, the impatient sounds of traffic, the wind rustling through the trees, and the sound of typing on a keyboard.

Because it was Easter weekend the girl also heard a lot of music - voices singing, guitars, piano, flutes, violins, the marimba and even a lute. And she remembered that she, too, could make music and that she inherited this gift from her father. So she stopped listening and began to sing.

She sang softly and mournfully, and then, as her spirit began to lift, her voice grew stronger and more confident and she sang a song of praise which echoed against the city buildings and into the African bushveld and all the way to the very ears of God.

"I have no idea what those two Italian ladies were singing about. Truth is I don't want to know. Some things are best left unsaid. I like to think they were singing about something so beautiful it can't be expressed in words, and makes your heart ache because of it. I tell you those voices soared higher and farther than anybody in a gray place dares to dream. It was like some beautiful bird flapped into our drab little cage and made those walls dissolve away. And for the briefest of moments, every last man at Shawshank felt free." - from The Shawshank Redemption

And the girl knew the answers to all the questions that had been floating over her head these many days.