My mom’s brother was an incredible singer – especially in his youth. When he was about 12 years old, he won multiple competitions leading him to sing a solo at the Chicagoland Music Festival in Soldier’s Field in front of a crowd of about 61,000. He actually won first place that year. Metropolitan Opera singer Rise Stevens saw him at the festival and recommended my uncle to the Apollo Boys Choir. At the age of 13, he left home for a life with the choir for about 3 years. During that time, the choir sang for a stop animation movie of Hansel and Gretel. We actually had a record of the music and listened to it over and over again when we were kids. At the end of a prayer, or the “Angel Song” as my mom calls it, there is one voice that holds the highest note. That was the voice of my uncle. We got word last night that his suffering had come to an end as he passed away. This morning my mom told me that she was thinking about him often during the night. When she did, she saw the angels carrying him up to Heaven and right to the heavenly choir. She said she had some imagination. Maybe so…, maybe not…

I Found God today in a beautiful remembrance of my uncle.