Never Grow Old

Never Grow Old

I knew Mom liked this hymn, an old gospel tune that I remember her recording on a cassette when she heard it on a public radio broadcast once. So I picked it as the song we would sing at Mom’s family graveside service in May, held after the awful winter and the wonderful funeral service that celebrated her life in January, 2009. Then I found this in her house today, handwritten lyrics to the song, written in her own hand on one of her famous legal pads with a black Erasermate pen I’m certain. She only wrote down lyrics when she really liked something and wanted to remember the words as she chorded on the piano with family or guests. This little piece of paper is a treasure.

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