I sat in awe of the musical talent we witnessed. Funerals (at least around here), by design it seems, are pretty much put together in a matter of a few days. Songs - played or sung (both?) - are especially beautiful when our hearts are softened and receptive. But even more impressive when I think about how polished everything sounds with only a day or two notice.
I can play the piano some. And have played lots. But I sat there yesterday nearly overwhelmed with the musical abilities we heard. How effortless it seemed for them. Truthfully I can say it wasn't envy I felt. Just complete acknowledgement, admiration, and respect for the beauty that flowed through the air from this family. How lucky we were to hear it all.
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And a progress report: The feet are still attached to my legs. It's been four of the 4 - 6 weeks prescribed in the boot. The other night, at the four week mark, decided to give the foot a test run on its own, sans boot. With passable results. Easy to tell, though, that it isn't quite ready to get out on its own full-time. Finally, all the bruising has disappeared. At least on the sprained ankle/fractured foot. The one I hurt last week (the good? one) is now green. All over. The black on the toes, though, has faded considerably. I'm on the mend. S-l-o-w-l-y.
Today I'm grateful for the blessing Heavenly Father gave this world of music. He knew how valuable a gift it would be. I'm grateful for the way music lends grace to my life, and for my small musical abilities. I'm grateful for a bit of good news from a son. I'm grateful for progress (however slow) in healing. And tonight, for The Husband and his presence near me.
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