Tuesday, March 28, 2017
no phones there
But then something triggers a memory. We see something that we would like to share with that person and that lid is set ajar.
It happened to me today with a New York Times article on gospel singer Kirk Franklin.
My friend of 40 years, Barbara Hagaman, gone over two years, was in the Argelès Gospel Choir. I know the idea of a French gospel is strange, but they were good, really good even if their English pronunciation was a bit strange.
Barbara loved the choir passionately, but hated the gospel of Franklin. She put up with it to sing the songs she loved.
My immediate reaction, when I saw the article, was to hop out of bed and walk down the street and show her. Only she's not there. There is a plaque in the local cemetery where her ashes were scattered.
She's not there either.
A musical tribute by the gospel choir leader Alain Martin captures her spirit and the place she loved.
Posted by DL NELSON at 10:59 AM