Ahhhh. Beautiful, maeve. Even when I could sing, I could not sing at the funeral or memorial service of some one I held dear. Managed, just barely, my grandmother, whom I loved but who moved far away and I did not see often for many years before her death at a very old age. Neither Annie or I could manage it for my Dad, and were fortunate for our own sakes that he understood when we told him we knew we just could not emotionally manage it when he asked us to sing at his memorial service. Takes a special kind of love and courage and compassion to do that, regardless of what one chooses to sing.
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