Comfort ye, comfort ye my people, sang the tall, bearded tenor soloist to begin the annual Community Messiah Sing at Centre Congregational Church in Brattleboro.
“Is it really you?” I asked. I squeezed Dad's arm, to confirm that he was actually there and to acknowledge the miracle that he was sitting beside me at the Messiah.
I could see the emotion in his eyes, his furrowed brow, and lips that were pursed tightly in a way that says you're filled with joy, but at the same time you could almost cry and you're desperately trying not to.
Luckily, the first piece was sung by a soloist. Not ready to sing just yet, we contently sat there, surrounded by familiar notes from the massive pipe organ.