Ada wondered about his hundreds of tunes. Where were they now and where might they go if he died.
Ada reflected on the myriad of melodies created by a man whose presence loomed large in her thoughts. She pondered the fate of these tunes, wondering where they might end up once he was gone. The thought of losing both the person and his music filled her with a sense of melancholy.
This contemplation highlights the deep connection between memory, loss, and the legacy of creativity. Ada is confronted with the idea that music, much like the people who create it, is fleeting and that understanding its potential future is a poignant aspect of dealing with grief.
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