In December of 2016 I sang for my father’s funeral. My voice, my song was the best gift I could give to family and friends during a time of sorrow…around 45 minutes of music that, while given with extreme love, carved a hole in my heart and left me exhausted.
Weeks later I found that I still didn’t have the energy to sing. That is, until I had the opportunity to perform at a company function for around 1300 people.
I was only on stage for a few minutes but it didn’t matter.
I welcomed the opportunity to sing in a circumstance where I was joyful, and, not grieving.
The lights went down, I walked on stage, hit the strings and let my voice soar.
I gave a final, definitive strum.
The audience clapped in rhythm. and roared their approval.
Satisfaction. I was able to give my voice and my song again.