You left us so suddenly last week.
I was your mother’s pastor several years ago. She was 100 years old. You were so attentive to her and always called her Mommy.
One distressed day, I asked you to bless me. Your eyes widened. Then you simply touched my forehead with your forehead.
I did not realize until now, what a Muse you were for me when I play keyboard for worship at church and for the choir. Your tenor voice was our gift.
I wish I had told you sooner.