I Had Never Sung For A Funeral

I had never sung for a funeral before. My Grandma B, whom I loved dearly, had died and her Catholic funeral was being planned. I was already singing in church choir and wanted to sing for her funeral. The day of the funeral, at the funeral home prior to the ceremony, family & friends were saying their last goodbyes. I was at church, getting my vocal chords ready and my emotions under control, and having a difficult time of it. I kept crying, my throat tightening,  my vision blurring. I was thinking, "How on earth am I going to be able to sing this funeral?" I kept checking my watch as the minutes ticked away, praying that God would intervene & help me accomplish this sacred task.  Then I heard the hearse pull up outside. I saw the funeral personnel remove my grandmother's coffin from the car. I could hear people begin to gather round as they started wheeling the coffin into the church. Suddenly, I felt something move through  my whole body, from the top of my head, through my neck, down my arms and fingers, my torso and legs, all the way to the tips of my toes. And I was calm, and relaxed and ready to sing Grandma B home.

-Lynette Dziedzic