We sang Amazing Grace at our Mother's graveside 26 years ago. It seemed only fitting to sing it at the graveside of our Dad who would be buried with his wife, our Mother. We had picked out two songs to sing on this day. This one and How Great Thou Art. But the Pastor made the decision not to sing them, something about not having the music or some technical thing. I leaned over to my sister and said, "we can still sing Amazing Grace." So I interrupted the Pastor and said we still wanted to sing Amazing Grace. He said sure as long as I could lead off. Hahaha...not me, I do not carry a tune. And we did. My sister led us off and we all join in. I can still hear her and my BFF singing out. I sang and my voice broke.
A melody of tears, words and notes carried by the wind to Daddy, Mama and all the Saints of heaven.
I'm glad I spoke up.....I could have kept right on singing. Song after song just like we did when I was a little girl attending evening services at Community Assembly of God Church in Modesto.
I may not be able to carry a blasted note but I will keep singing and dancing.
LynetteJoy
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