Menosukhi Moment - Maestro Missed

Allow me this, dear friends. Last Monday, the leap day, the Maestro departed.

The sturdy spirit has been released from its bondage to the body. The clarsach exchanged for a cherub's harp. The chords of other dimensions have gained a greater resonance.

Amy Moar 10th Nov 1991 - 29th Feb 2016

From the moment she was a twinkle, her course was set. The genes played their mischief and her prognosis was short. A donor kidney - and a great deal of other work - turned that around. Expectations were altered on more than one occasion. 

Music, it turned out, was the blessing which came with her. From 18 months old she was showing signs of keyboard brilliance. It was nurtured, not least through a wonderful organisation for whom she was latterly working. (Do feel free to read this post from Drake Music in her honour.)

We were all overwhelmed when, at twenty three and a half years, she celebrated an achievement once considered unlikely. BA (hon). Amy lived her dream.

Her mother, Mac1, lived and breathed every moment with her. Her father was her mate and chivvied her along with many a joke and a prosecco or 87... There have been many heartaches along the way. The last two months perhaps the greatest of all, for there was no lift, no real light, apart from a couple of brief days. 

The memories must, however, be of all the joys and times of sharing music and growth. The talent which came and counterbalanced the lows. The angelic voice which charmed the Dalai Lama and the piano and clarsach upon which celestial sounds surged.

RIP sweet Amy. You are missed, but we who knew you were blessed.

For the generous, Amy's mum has set up a JUST GIVING account for the Maestro's two favourite charities.

To hear Amy at work, click here.