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I have always been a singer. I can't remember a time I didn't sing. I have sung with community choruses, opera choruses, church choirs and Synagogue choirs. I sing in Italian, French, Latin, Hebrew and Russian. And English if I have to. I guess I'm a professional because I have been paid. I have had solos by Puccini, Brahams and Andrew Lloyd Weber. I have sung Amazing Grace at more memorial services than I care to remember.
The last time I sang was in in the church choir, sitting next to my Jonathan, on Sunday May 2, 2010. Jonathan died later that afternoon and I could no longer sing. Our choir director pled with me to come back, yet I could not sit there without Jonathan. I lost my voice. My throat tightened up at the thought of trying to sing.
The years passed and my voice remained lost. I moved and after a year in my new home I started back to church. A different church. I am now two years into this lourney and I found I could sing the hymns. Sort of. Each week I went back I got better. I finally approached the choir director about singing. He was so encouraging.
Last night was my first practice and we did calypso music. It was magnificently upbeat and cheerful. We danced as we sang and joy filled my heart. I'm looking forward to singing this Sunday and all the Sundays after. My voice is back. I'm beginning to heal.