Love of music as a gift from parents
I have often thought that the most precious gift my parents passed on to me was not a physical thing, but their love for music. They were not musicians, but they often had the record player or they had the radio. My mother loved musicals and jazz, but also enjoyed some of the music my sisters and I enjoyed. Music has become, for me, a way to express who I am and my deep sense of spirituality in a way that is safe in an, often times, judgmental world. I cannot think of any physical item that I own that means that much to me.