For the last month, she has called me AT LEAST weekly. She called a few days before her passing in the middle of the day (weird), and asked me to sing for her (yes, more weirdness). I said no way, I’m at work, and I don’t just improv song over the telephone, a capella, etc.... She was pretty adamant about not being able to hear me sing enough over the years (don't know why, I am only mediocre). She sounded wistful, so I obliged and went out on the lawn to sing something quickly....
Here’s the part I wanted to tell you about: she asked me to sing Amazing Grace---she’s a proclaimed atheist, and in as much as atheists say they do not believe in God, I do not believe in them. I don’t think they exist.....
Once my sisters and I made it to my dad’s house and began putting away her things, we saw that she had her childhood Bible and her baby album on the kitchen table..... When we pointed out the books and the song request to my father, he started crying all over again, and said “She knew...or she did herself in”. And when we calmed him, my ATHEIST father, said, “Well she’s in a better place then”.
It’s not much, but it did make me smile.....