When we ask members why they sing, the most common answer is, “Because it makes me happy!” Then there are the longer and ramblier answers that echo what Victor Hugo said. That “music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.” Those words are apt for an email we got over the weekend, one the singer said was difficult to write, but worth sharing:
Ever since my Mom came to our Coffee Shop concert, when we say our goodbyes she says, “Loves you like a rock.” We laugh about it, but we used to just say, “Bye”.
My Mom and Dad grew up in “unloving” families (stepmother, orphan). As a society gentleman in an Anne Perry Victorian mystery novel said, “If you do not grow up with a sense of love, or expressing it, it is hard to get the hang of it later in life.”
Mom is elderly, and a little slow, I am in my later fifties.
We are just now getting the hang of it, but only because of that concert. Who says you are ever to old to learn?