
The best part of having it in my house, though, is that it belonged to Nana, who was my best friend. She died in 2005 right after I moved to Boise. She and Poppee loved to hear me play the piano. Poppee lost his eyesight the last few years of his life (he died in 1993) and he would sit in the living room whole I played of one of the 5 or so tunes I had learned from lessons.
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