Paola Hopp
We are notes
Of differing tempos
On the staff if life
Some of us
Are conductors
Who lead others
In harmonies
Leading to grand finales!

We are notes
Of differing tempos
On the staff if life
Some of us
Are conductors
Who lead others
In harmonies
Leading to grand finales!

Christopher was my nephew and a wunderkind. Among his long list of qualities, I was impressed by his ability to momentarily interrupt his passionate drive to meet his goals with some goofy joie de vivre. While appearing serendipitous, I often wondered if it was part of his recipe for success. His abrupt passing is a…
I am deeply saddened to learn what has happened to Christopher. My thoughts are with Sindre and Christopher’s family. Only a week ago, Christopher was reaching out to me to hear, if Sindre and he could visit me in Denmark on their journey from Stavanger to Munich later this summer. I was excited to get…
September 2004: first time I met you, joyfully welcoming me at Dartmouth. January 2020: last time I hugged you, after celebrating my mother’s Befana in Italy. In between, too much for now, but I’ll share more. I’m shocked and I cry. Romeo is not informed, but he asked me: “Mamma, hai bisogno di un’abbracciatona?”. I’m splitting it…
I met Christopher to play Concierto de Aranjuez by Rodrigo with the Surrey Mozart Players in Guildford (UK) on December 7th 2019. Before that we had a rehearsal in a nearby town and he came to my house in London to prepare the performance at our best. I was truly saddened to learn about his…
Dear Quentin, Molly, Lydia, Purple, Samuel, Sindre, and Kin, All I can do is to create this embrace, this vessel, of peace and love where sorrow can reside while you merge into this loss and these crushing adjustments. Grief and love are strange bedfellows, but I hope that the colossal force of the second in…