Sunday, December 21 2003:
Us in church. Caitlin, Drew, and I play Pachelbel. Drew’s fingers are marvelously firm and sure. She never wavers. Caitlin has no music to look at. Memory, or made up? I put neither past her. My misstep comes when I misread Drew’s signal and end the piece three separate times.
That was kind of thrilling! On our bench Caitlin laughingly shows us her trembling hand. We don’t think the less of her when she admits her mortality.