I have a PROFOUND respect for those who can speak and/or sing at memorials, funerals, etc., especially at services for loved ones. I tried to speak a few times & Lord, I just don't have the strength...or emotional stability.
I didn't have a choice in the matter. For my Great-Grandmother, they ORDERED me to sing. I went to her house the day she died and they said "PICK A SONG!"...and I didn't even get to say HELLO.
but it's really hard. It IS. I take my hat off to those who do it well, too.
I was supposed to speak at my dad's funeral and couldn't. My sister read it instead. I was supposed to give a great speech at my sisters wedding. I was a blubbering fool.
I'm called on often to read Obits or tributes at funerals. Honestly, I don't mind because my family relies on me to be that ram in the bush, so to speak. As far as those that sing, my hat's off to them. I don't think I can do that.
I could not read a poem I wrote for my mother(today is her birthday)I was good until Paris spoke, then I boo hoo'd, I also lost it when Jennifer sang and Michael's part of the song played with the words going across the screen. I feel like another part of my childhood is gone.
I could not read a poem I wrote for my mother(today is her birthday)I was good until Paris spoke, then I boo hoo'd, I also lost it when Jennifer sang and Michael's part of the song played with the words going across the screen. I feel like another part of my childhood is gone.
I didn't have a choice in the matter. For my Great-Grandmother, they ORDERED me to sing. I went to her house the day she died and they said "PICK A SONG!"...and I didn't even get to say HELLO.
ReplyDeletebut it's really hard. It IS. I take my hat off to those who do it well, too.
Yeah...
ReplyDeleteThat is a art!
respect
It was a job well done.
ReplyDeleteI do too, because I when I saw Jermaine get up there I was like "no way I could do that and not be BAWLING".
ReplyDeleteI was supposed to speak at my dad's funeral and couldn't. My sister read it instead. I was supposed to give a great speech at my sisters wedding. I was a blubbering fool.
ReplyDeleteMe plus emotion equals waterworks.
I'm called on often to read Obits or tributes at funerals. Honestly, I don't mind because my family relies on me to be that ram in the bush, so to speak. As far as those that sing, my hat's off to them. I don't think I can do that.
ReplyDeleteI wanted to & tried to read my uncle's obit (which I wrote) and 2 minutes before I was supposed to I had to call in Plan B.
ReplyDeleteI could not read a poem I wrote for my mother(today is her birthday)I was good until Paris spoke, then I boo hoo'd, I also lost it when Jennifer sang and Michael's part of the song played with the words going across the screen. I feel like another part of my childhood is gone.
ReplyDeleteI could not read a poem I wrote for my mother(today is her birthday)I was good until Paris spoke, then I boo hoo'd, I also lost it when Jennifer sang and Michael's part of the song played with the words going across the screen. I feel like another part of my childhood is gone.
ReplyDeleteMy waterworks started when Usher sang "Gone Too Soon". It became apparent that even after 10 years, my wounds are still raw.
ReplyDeleteJennifer took me to church when she sang.