I dragged my first serious boyfriend to a classical concert many years ago. His mother died when he was young and there were so many things that he missed out on. Actually I could write about this when I think about it.

But anyway, back to the concert. He was so reluctant to come, but classical music was what I loved, so he came.

Did he enjoy it? He was blown away by the beauty of everything, and thereafter, couldn't get enough of it. I like to think I was instrumental in turning on some beautiful experiences for him.

I often wonder about him. Did he lead his own children to an understanding of music? Did he, like you, in mid-life, study music (he was a mathematician), maybe learn an instrument?

I will never know., sadly. :)