The most important guitar lesson of all is about life and living, not technique
I only ever saw Luc once, but something he said during that visit two decades ago still resonates with me to this day, and perhaps always will.
At the time, my then-fiancé had met Luc and his girlfriend, Vicki, while serving a college internship placement at a non-profit housing development for those with physical disabilities, or health issues otherwise leaving them immobilized. That was where the couple had met, and where they had fallen in love. They both had increasingly-debilitating multiple sclerosis, so they had at least that much in common from the get-go.
My fiancé would regale me with stories about this really cool hippie couple who adored each other, and who as a united front were making the most of their situation. From what was reported to me, Luc would make Vicki laugh at every available opportunity.
After her placement had ended, my fiancé kept in touch with the couple, and several months later her and I went to visit them at the palliative care hospital where they were now living in side-by-side beds due to their respective conditions having worsened.
