My brother John and I worshipped together at his nursing home.
The church leader had been there when my Mom was there too. She had a wonderful singing voice, one which belied her speaking voice.
Her abilities were passed down to all three of her children.
How I miss those days singing with my younger brother.
Little brother has gone home, but soon we will be together once more singing in that heavenly choir.
Those Sunday afternoons are sorely missed, but the memories remain.