>Yesterday, a bright light winked out here on this earth, and a brilliant star exploded into being in the heavens. That bright light was Luciano Pavarotti, the greatest tenor to live since Caruso himself. I was a teen when I first heard the name Pavarotti. My grandmother loved opera and passed that love onto my mother and to me.
My Grandmother Taught Me Opera
My maternal grandmother was one of the most brilliant women I’ve ever met. She had a genius IQ (somewhere around 180 or thereabouts), and she was cultured, erudite and crossed generation gaps with such ease you could swear she was the same age as whatever person she engaged. She was also my first editor. Taught me everything about grammar. From the time I was a young girl, one of the greatest joys I had in life was visiting her for a week during the middle of summer when Illinois was at its hottest. When I say 120 degrees in the shade, I’m not joking. I would sit outside the house under this huge tree in the side yard that butted against Grandma’s sitting room (yep, she had a sitting room off her bedroom – tres chic). With my back against the rough bark, I’d listen to the opera music floating out of the house. I can’t remember the names of the opera stars that sang so beautifully, but their voices still fill my head and heart with the joy those moments brought me.
Pavarotti In Person
Because I adored my Grandmother I always wanted to do things for her, and one of those was taking her to see Pavarotti sing on October 18, 1987. I remember the date because it was the day after my sister’s wedding, and I had to drive five hours to Washington D.C. I remember how I didn’t want to make the drive, but I knew how much my grandmother had been looking forward to it. So I wound up sleeping through half the concert, but then I’d partied pretty hard the night before. *grin* Still what parts I did hear I remember with great delight.
Thanks to my grandmother I still love to listen to opera. I don’t listen to it as often as she did, but when I hear an aria, a beautiful soprano or a delicious tenor’s voice, it brings back wonderful memories of my grandmother. So now I have the pleasure of knowing that my grandmother is enjoying the delights of hearing Pavarotti singing in heaven. The world has lost a brilliant voice, but the heavens have welcomed home a voice only the angels could have made.
And for your listening pleasure, a brief song from Maestro and Celine Dion