Singing for funerals is part of my music ministry.
It may sound morbid, but it comforts the bereaved.
As long as I focus on the music and avoid
eye contact, I am fine. This music ministry began
when I was a teen organist and choir member.
While teaching, I was unable to continue
this ministry since funeral times conflicted with
my work schedule. As a retiree, I volunteered.
It was seldom that I encountered anyone from
my “other life” as a teacher. It did occur at
odd times though. Choir members gather
one half hour prior to warm up and get
last minute instructions. Drink some water.
Remain quiet in our places as the music
Director played background organ pieces.
So, there I sat, front and center, awaiting
the processional music when I was startled
by a female voice who declared: “You teach
German, don’t you?” I felt several sets of eyes
from choir members wander my way.
Someone related to the deceased happened
to be from Germany and wanted to meet me
afterwards. It is astonishing when lives converge!
Who knew? What a small world indeed!