We're singing at the funeral of our friend's father. He was elderly and ill and suffering, so it is a relief in a way. But our friend is younger than we are and she's taking care of all of the details herself. She is holding it together, but we expect she'll really need us once this is all over and everyone goes home.
In the meantime, Ryan and I have to keep it together from 10-11 this morning. No. Matter. What. No sniffling, crying, or anything like that. It's not a performance, but I don't want to sing with a throat full of phlegm. I'm there for my friend and to honor her dad. I can cry later.
It doesn't make it easier that we're singing songs that get me choked up on a good day:
Be Not Afraid
My Soul in Stillness Waits
There is a Balm in Gilead
Song of the Angels
Glorious in Majesty