When my mom died, I didn’t know if I could sing for her even though I do it for a living

On the morning of my mom’s funeral, I arrived at the church before everyone else. Soon, people would begin trickling in. But first, I needed a moment alone with my mom. I didn’t know if I had it in me to sing for her that day, and I was nearly at zero hour. A blur of days before, on the night of th...

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