Tuesday, June 22, 2010


I've mentioned this before on this blog, but I've noticed it again lately.

I used to sing in the car all the time. Anytime I was alone (because I suck. No really, I should only be allowed to sing alone!) in the car I would sing my heart out. I know the words to almost any song that comes on the radio. If I am mad or nervous it made me feel better. If I was excited, singing made me happy. I just really enjoy it, and I would belt a song that fit my mood.

I realized about six months ago that I don't sing anymore.

I haven't since we lost Brenna.

Lately, I've caught myself singing again. At first it was once in awhile. Now it is all the time. I don't know what this says about me (if anything), but I like to think it means I am moving forward.

I've really missed singing my heart out.


Mrs. Mother said...

I could always tell when I was depressed because I didn't sing in the car. I'm glad you are able to sing again.

Marie said...

Sing away, lady! :)

Walkoinen puuvaja said...

I happened to bumb into your blog by accident and got tears in my eyes after reading your story. You have a beautifull guardian angel in heaven who will watch over you and protect your family. I am sure she can hear you singin!