’Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved;
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed.
I debated with myself if it would be strange if I showed up to this funeral.
I’m so glad I did go.
Thousands of thoughts and feelings soaring through me, with the lyrics and the music.
People I haven’t seen for seven years.
People I thought had forgotten me, even though I never forgot them.
“Are you going to sing with the choir on the second verse of Amazing Grace?”
Apparently, I was. Didn’t know until I was well inside the church.
And boy, it was kind of massive when fifty people from all around the church stood up, walked up the aisle and found their place in the choir!
I’ve missed it. I’ve missed them all. And they will probably never know.
Because that’s how I do stuff.