On the first day of July my only sister died from a disease of the lungs and my poor father who was beside himself with grief soon\u00a0moved her crimson piano in the eighth room at the top of the house<\/p>\n
I say that she was my sister but there was no similarity in our blood as I had been accepted as a foundling when I was just but a month old<\/p>\n
My dearest Mama has succumbed to the same disease four years ago and the loss of my gentle sister had almost sent my father mad<\/p>\n
His brother suggested a trip abroad and he slowly accepted the idea and departed for tranquillity of Southern France just as the autumn rains were beginning to break our dreadful summer<\/p>\n
She was the fairest creature that ever breathed God\u2019s air and was loved by everyone who came into contact with her<\/p>\n
Although she was nearly ten years my senior I never felt that a gap existed between us<\/p>\n
Indeed she did her upmost to enhance my musical skills knowing quite readily that I had little or no musical talent<\/p>\n
My path was one of science and because of this I was beginning to question God and although I presented myself as a believer I was having serious doubts<\/p>\n
Why should such a benevolent God take my mother and my sister and leave my poor father so stricken with grief<\/p>\n
He was a good man and had taken me in from the streets without question<\/p>\n
I had received a good education and was now at Oxford studying for my degree<\/p>\n
My sister had been a talented pianist but was now decaying in our mausoleum with the bones of my mother<\/p>\n
I was grieving but I was grieving in a different manner as I was angry with God<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
On the first day of July my only sister died from a disease of the lungs and my poor father who was beside himself with grief soon\u00a0moved her crimson piano in the eighth room at the top of the house I say that she was my sister but there was no similarity in our blood […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6259"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6259"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6259\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6259"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6259"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6259"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}