Thinking about Fraser Graham. You tought my daughter and son once a week for several years, you progressed them through their grades and both now have such a love for the piano. For almost ten years, you and I spent half an hour together most weeks, following your piano from house to house and back and forth from one side of the crossing to the other. You bravely took me on as a beginner at 50, not the talented youngster you were used to teaching, nether-the-less you got me through many milestones and I too progressed through the grades, which is always a novelty for the examiners who were also mainly used to seeing youngsters not a nervous, quivering old man. Every time I play I will think of you and try to correct everything you would ask me to correct. We will miss you greatly Fraser RIP.