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As I am gutting out my house, I found duets that my mother and I used to play on the piano. My dad loved sitting down in his big chair and listening to us. I haven't played since he died but today I mustered up enough strength to play. I've lost a lot of my knowledge of the piano and music reading but the longer I played, the more that came back to me. I'm going to start playing again even though it makes me really emotional. Who knows, maybe this will help me get through this year's round of seasonal depression. It is painfully ironic that the acronym for it is SAD.