
“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.”
“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.”
Thanks La La for your tale of sublimity. I liked it so much I had to share one of mine.
It’s been awhile since I’ve posted about my kids. They’ve been busy. I’ve been busy. This is about my Adam boy, the quiet one. I think this is my favorite photo of him and the lovely Claire, his girlfriend. She is the daughter of my heart.
I remember a few months back, he participated in a talent contest. There he stood, this stoic but sarcastic young man. A spotlight lit his baby face and the music swelled around him. What emitted from his throat was raw emotion. I thought my Meggie could sing, but damn. His tone was pure. Pitch, perfect. There was no sliding up to the note. He just hit it! His voice a sweet tenor, with a falsetto that when you hear it, makes the heart soar.
You know, I’m proud of my children. Their talent. Their brains. Their rebelliousness. Hell, just about everything. That night, I was proud of my son’s ability to lay his heart open and bleed while singing the lyrics of an old Elton John tune. As his falsetto crescendoed, his father and I beamed at each other. I rested my head on Roger Darling’s chest and let tears spill down my cheeks. Our Meggie is classically trained and a talent in her own right. But our Adam Boy, he sings his emotions. They project from his body with every note he sings.
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