I wrote this handpan piece for my Uncle Philip who recently died about 2 months ago. He was one of the only few relatives that I actually identified with. One of the last times my Uncle and I spoke, he asked about my handpans and said he would like to watch me play at one of solo gigs. He never got the chance to. So with a heavy heart, I wrote this composition for him. I will go visit him at his grave soon and play it for him.
Writing this piece is also helping me deal with other things in my personal life since I may have to say goodbye to another person who is very dear my heart. So in a way, my Uncle is still helping me with my life even after his death.
I hope you're in a good place, Uncle Philip. And thank you for everything.
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