A slice of life in a small town on the East End of Long Island
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Sunday in church we sang an old hymn that I hadn't heard in many years and I was moved by all the memories that it stirred. I saw myself standing with my parents, singing three part harmony together, enjoying the rousing chorus with tenors and basses answering sopranos and altos on each phrase in the typical style of the old favorite hymns of the church. "Precious name (precious name) Oh how sweet (oh how sweet)" It was wonderful thinking back to those early years when I learned to sing by listening to my parents and came to appreciate harmonizing and praising with a congregation, all singing with fervor and joy.
There is nothing quite like it. I miss my parents on Sundays. Sundays were always family days and church was always part of it so their presence is especially missed on Sundays. Especially when I'm standing in church, singing an old hymn that I know they would have loved singing too. I found myself on Sunday morning hoping the were doing just that.