Songs

     The church was empty except for a rather large choir on the second level. They were practicing songs for an upcoming funeral mass. I sat alone below them in awe with the songs they were singing. ‘Chances are” by Johnny Mathis, “I’ll be home for Christmas” by Elvis, “Blue moon” by a country super star I can’t put a name to, and lastly, they sang the national anthem of the united states. Their voices were in perfect harmony as I sat wondering who had passed? Who was this person in life that wanted such a variety of songs at his memorial? The choir came down from above and stood chatting about the same thing I was curious about. One of them said she thought the deceased was a local entertainer who played the older circuit. Another said he thought he heard it was a prominate social lite who had a massive record collection and these few songs were his favorites. I read the obits later that day and saw the notice for a Robert Miller. He was a simple man who lived his entire life in the city he died in. At the bottom of his page were his own words. Well folks “Chances are” I won’t be home for Christmas”, Ill be rising past the “Blue moon” looking down at the country I lived and died for, so when you sing that anthem sing it loud so it’s the last thing I hear.

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