‘Tis the season for rehearsals every five minutes, and last night I watched my friend A. sing through her piece for our chamber group’s winter concert. Last year, I watched her do the same, heard her perform, saw her husband and boys proudly in the audience. A week later, her husband was dead.
I thought she’d not sing again so soon, yet there she was last night, singing her heart out, letting the sass and joy in her music shine.
A. probably would demur if I told her how much her spine steels my own, but it does. The woman is a phoenix. She has risen from countless blows to keep standing, and to pull her kids up to stand tall, too. Today I’m grateful for the silent examples of resilience we all have in our lives. May today be the day we say “thank you.”
sing down the sun
the bird sings alone
atop its 3 a.m. perch
nevermind the dark
it knows that dawn is waiting
just over the farthest hill
I’ve marveled at my Aunt Helen and her resilience~I haven’t seen/heard ONE single drop of self pity over the past few years. And I’m glad that I wrote to her and let her know how much her example touches me. If she can live through that horror~I can certainly deal with my day.