Blessings . . . I used to sing in my church choir, but because of the business and taking care of my Mom and grandbabies, I let that go. Well, the woman who convinced me to join the choir to begin with had worked at the church for some time. She has taken care of her widowed mother for 34 years. Her mother died this week. To honor the daughter, I robed up and sang at her memorial service yesterday. The daughter was very happy that I was there. I'm glad I did it, too. Fortunately, it was a song I knew well.
Debra Stokes
Member, Boomer Diva Nation
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