oh boy.

How did I get into this? I know. I know how I got into it. My mom was going to sing at my great-aunt's funeral, but then she didn't have anyone to accompany her, but then she asked Brian to accompany her on guitar, which is kind of perfect because my great-aunt liked to play the guitar, and then when they were practicing last night mom says to Brian, "Why don't you sing with me on some verses?" and Brian says, "Erin will too," and I consider that Brian is already doing a sweet favor of playing and that I know he's not too keen on singing in public, so I sort of agree. Sort of as in actually. I am not a singer. You all know this. I'm ok at singing melodies. Or I was ok at singing melodies. But I can no longer sing high enough to sing most melodies, so I try to pick out the alto. My ear is usually good enough at knowing when I'm not right, so I'm not really belting out wrong notes (more like just dropping out), but I'm not good at fixing it and making it right. Luckily my good husband is helping me try to learn it. It turns out since mom didn't have an accompanist at first and wasn't sure she would, she was taken off the funeral program, and we'll be singing during the sharing at the meal, which is good. (I think?) Oh, also good, this is one hymn that almost never fails to make me tear up. Good. This could be one of the most humiliating experiences of my life. Or maybe I'll just "lose my voice" tomorrow...