Pipin' ain't easy

(to paraphrase Ice-T)

I have said many times that having been a piper at numerous weddings and funerals, I have pretty much become immune to the events which tend to be the most emotional that one will experience.

I have piped at weddings of people that I know, and okay, they're a little bigger deal than the ones that I don't the people at all, but I still do keep the whole event somewhat at arm's length, as I'm there to perform first, and socialize second (in my mind). In reality, they're not much different than if I was a normal guest.

However, it wasn't until this morning that I had the chance to first play at a funeral of someone that I even vaguely knew. It was the father of a guy that I'd likely consider more an acquaintance than a friend, really, but the difference from not knowing anything beyond names to even just knowing people vaguely is astonishing.

I guess this just proves I'm not totally devoid of emotion. Who knew?