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The other day I had an experience that I never want to forget. 

It was one of those grand, movie-feel, epic-type of moments. 

All the right things aligned, at the right moment, in exactly the right way. 

It was my dear grandmothers funeral.

She lived a grand, beautifully-love filled, sorrow and trial laced, exceptional kind of life. 

Each of the orations described the grandeur of this woman in the finest way. 

The musical numbers were lovely, but nothing could have prepared me for the grand finale.

There sat and stood two finely tuned and time seasoned masters of their art, 

A piano.

A pianist.

A violin.

A violinist.

A set of grand-daughters. 

A set of dear cousins, more-like sisters. 

Playing this dedicatory anthem to this woman that we all emulate.

I couldn't help but associate that musical number to the life of my grandma.

With every time switch, or tempo adjustment, or volume change I could picture the moments of my grandma's life.

Her struggles

Her triumphs

Her strength

Her beauty

Her ability to maintain a unique sense of goodness through thick and thin.

It was the single most beautiful musical number I have ever heard. 

That may seem like a bold statement, but I know it's true.

Those conditions, with that type of masterly played music.

It's impossible that a more beautiful ending could have been orchestrated.

It's impossible that a more beautifully played piece of music could have been played. 

It was the only type of ending my grandma could have had.

It was the greatest musical number I've ever heard, 

honoring one of the greatest women ever.