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I very much enjoyed Ms de Cruz' article, and even more so because of the uncanny parallels to my own experience. I too lost a son, and this experience undoubtedly re-aligns one's approach to many things, including one's own direction in life, and our short tenure here. I was in a hotel room in Chicago, and not until my wife later pointed it out, there was abstract artwork of a violin on the wall (I am certain I didn't consciously see it). That very day I began to be possessed by thoughts of playing the violin, and perhaps recklessly resolved to satisfy that life ambition. Not a week later I had purchased an instrument with only a vague idea of how best to do so, and I started lessons a week later. That was ten years ago, and I now have a professional-grade instrument that I love to play, and still study with the same wonderful teacher. I confess that I when I purchased a new instrument I traded in the old to help defray cost, but it was quite hard to part with it. I'm happy that she could keep her Stentor!