Today I sang alto, which amazed me because I don't know how. I've been a soprano all my life. But, today, for the first time in my life, I could sing alto.
My sister Patricia sang alto. Beautifully. I think she attended church with me today. It must have been her because I could find the alto notes and then, for the last song, they were gone. Naughty sister, didn't even stay around for the closing prayer.
When I get to Heaven I will ask to sing with her. I'll sing the soprano part and I'll bet I will be able to hit the high "E" again, effortlessly. I think we'll sound good together.
I miss her. I hope I can sing alto again.
What a tender tribute. And it gave me goose bumps, too.
ReplyDeleteso beautiful and full of hope and i am so sorry
ReplyDeleteI hope you can sing with your sister again, too.
ReplyDeleteI can't sing at all and neither can my brother, but I'll be so happy to see him in heaven too. Maybe you guys can sing for us. That will be a treat. Is your sister as wonderful as you? That will make it an extra-great treat.
ReplyDeleteYour beautiful thoughts struck a chord with me today. I know your sister was with you.
ReplyDeleteBecause I have zilch vocal gifts, I was just thinking yesterday in church (as I sat in front of Pam and heard her beautiful voice) that the biggest thing I'm looking forward to in a resurrected "perfect" body is a beautiful singing voice!
my voice is alto, but I can only sing it if I'm surrounded by altos. Good story.
ReplyDeleteIt may be possible that you can sing it again.
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In grade five, we all had to be in the choir and go to a festival.
ReplyDeleteThe teacher quietly asked that I just mouth the words and not make a sound.