Everything is harder now

Since I messed up my latest blog, I decided to come to this one, which ended in 2008.  Once in awhile I do miss "talking" about something.  Since most of my friends who followed me here know that I have dementia of some kind, I'm sure if you notice a mistaken word (or worse) from time to time, you will know why.

Here's a strange thing.  I totally stopped playing my guitar and singing at a certain point; I just didn't care about it any more.  Last July, a nephew asked me to sing Bobby McGee, my favorite song (except for all the hymns I love, of course), but  I couldn't do it.  I didn't even know the first line (busted flat in Baton Rouge waiting for a train).  Cliff told me I should sell my guitar if I couldn't use it, but for some reason I just couldn't do it.

On Sundays at church the preacher would ask me to sing, but I knew that when I picked up my guitar, I wouldn't know an A chord from a C chord, so I really couldn't do it.

Then one day I decided to write down the words to Bobby McGee.  With a little help from my husband, I managed to get the tune back.  Most of the time now, I can sing that particular song without the lyrics in front of me.  

So I decided to try some of the old hymns, found two I loved, and sort of put them together and sang them at church.  I couldn't believe I got through it, but I did; of course, I did have the words in front of me, but I made a decision:  Every morning I would spend some time with my guitar, singing hymns.  It's the best decision I could have made!  I have three hymn books with shaped notes from three Church-of-Christ congregations, and I use them all, although the one from my Grandma Stevens is pretty hard to read:

Notice the bottom line is 1940

Grandma's church was "Zion Church of Christ".

I start my day happy now, and all those songs are words of life.