87-Year-Old Homeless Grandma and 4-Year-Old Granddaughter Play Duet. No-one could hold back tears

My name is Eleanor. I am 87 years old. This is my granddaughter, Lily. She's only four, but she has lived through more loss than most will ever know. Her father, my son, gave his life in the war. Her mother, my beautiful daughter-in-law, lost her battle to cancer. That left just the two of us. We don't have a home. Every night we find a corner of the world to lay our heads. But music, music has always given us a home. This violin was my treasure when I was young. And when the world fell apart, it became the only thing I had left to give her. When Lily cries for her mother, I play this violin. When she asks me why her father isn't coming home, I sing to her. And one night, she placed her little hands on an old piano in a shelter and I knew. She was born with the same soul her parents had. A soul that sings. We aren't here for fame. We aren't here for fortune. We are here because when everything is gone, when you have nothing left, music becomes the voice of your soul. Tonight, we sing for her father. Tonight, we sing for her mother. Tonight, we sing for every child who lost someone too soon. And for every grandparent who wishes they could take away their grandchild's pain. This song, this duet, it is our story. And we hope, we hope you hear not just the music, but the tears of a little girl missing her mommy. The heartbeat of a soldier who never came back. And the prayers of a grandmother who just wants her baby to feel safe in this world. If tonight you remember anything, remember Lily's voice. Remember that even in pain, a child's song can bring life. Good luck. Wow.