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I made it to church and helped out with setting out the refreshments in the lobby. And we had services, and I've lost enough weight that I can sing and hit the high notes, and that felt really good.
One of the older brothers sitting in front of me was a balding man about my Granddaddy's age, with that particular palsied shake that my grandfather had at the end. He held up his hand in worship... and he had to hold it up with his other arm.
And we were singing this:
(video link to music)"I Will Rise"
I choked up about four lines in and cried through singing the rest of the song, cried like my heart was broken, and like I could sing my way through it and come out the other side.
And... I did. I'm still sad but it's not the same sadness. At the bottom of despair is a bubbling spring of hope.
I'm so grateful for all my friends, who have taught me what it is to be there for someone, by being there for me. God bless you and all the good things done because of you.
One of the older brothers sitting in front of me was a balding man about my Granddaddy's age, with that particular palsied shake that my grandfather had at the end. He held up his hand in worship... and he had to hold it up with his other arm.
And we were singing this:
(video link to music)"I Will Rise"
I choked up about four lines in and cried through singing the rest of the song, cried like my heart was broken, and like I could sing my way through it and come out the other side.
And... I did. I'm still sad but it's not the same sadness. At the bottom of despair is a bubbling spring of hope.
I'm so grateful for all my friends, who have taught me what it is to be there for someone, by being there for me. God bless you and all the good things done because of you.
