She’ll never hear me singing jazz

Posted on | November 10, 2009 | 331No CommentsShe%27ll+never+hear+me+singing+jazz2009-11-10+09%3A24%3A44Laane

flower21-vi I used to sing in a schoolchoir with 2 dear friends.
We always had a good time, never had any ill feelings between us.
Our voices matched each other in a wonderful way, and when we saw each other at the 25th reunion we were happy to sing beside each other again.

The rehearsals were pure delight.
It took us three seconds to adjust our voices to merge into one sound again, and, to be honest… a lot of whispering and smiling when we faces a huge audience of familiar faces from so long ago.

People who suddenly looked like oldies, some wearing glasses who never did.

We felt like time wouldn’t pass, life wouldn’t end and we had an eternity to enjoy life.
So we promised each other in front of our partners to come together after the children had grown up a bit more and form a trio.

Not too long after that one of my friends died.

I don’t know why, but today she was with me in all I did.
Making me smile when I remembered so many funny moments, and making me cry when I realized she never would hear me sing jazz.
I always joked I would start singing jazz at my fiftieth birthday, and I did.

I feel lucky I can remember her face.
She was such a kind person.
But more of all I remember how it was to feel her beside me.
And in a way, she still is.