We make our song
The church choir sang at a funeral this evening. I didn't personally know the man who had passed away. All the stories about him were so funny and sweet, and the Episcopal burial service is so beautiful. Plus, I have two people I care about a lot (not that I know closely, though) who are dying. All in all, I was pretty much a mess the whole way through.
It was actually kind of funny; the only other tenor there was Oliver, a guy my age, who is also a crier. We each kept trying to comfort the other, then getting weepy again, then putting on a brave face to buck the other up, and so on.
It was actually kind of funny; the only other tenor there was Oliver, a guy my age, who is also a crier. We each kept trying to comfort the other, then getting weepy again, then putting on a brave face to buck the other up, and so on.