Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Singing at a funeral....not as easy as I thought.

The trio that I sing with was asked to sing a selection for a funeral that was held yesterday. I didn't think much of it, other than I was honored that we were asked and thoughts of sympathy at the family's loss.

The difficulty that I would be facing in singing for such a service didn't fully dawn on me until the family processed down the aisle to the distinctive sounds of a bagpipe belting out Amazing Grace. With one glimpse at their faces as they took in the sight of the casket at the altar and the way some of them held on to one another, my mind flashed back to Mom's funeral services.


The service was lovely and the recounting of her life touching and even, at times, funny. Then it was time for us to sing.....and I had the solo part.

With one final prayer the song began.....

I just couldn't look at the family. What can I say? Memories of one of the hardest days of my life and being a sympathy cryer will do that.

How in the world did I ever think that singing at such a service would be nothing to worry about? Silly, silly me.


~The Robin's Nest~ said...

Yes, I bet that was hard-Oh but what a blessing you are~♥

Lisa @ Boondock Ramblings said...

I can not imagine how hard that must have been. What a wonderful thing that you did that for them!

Jacquelynne said...

I sang at my grandfather's funeral a few years ago, and I somehow managed to keep it together, I don't know how. Sometimes you just do what you have to do. I'm sure the family appreciated your ministry.