Tears Of Joy

Over the week end, I was able to visit Brozville in Minocqua, WI for first time after Dorothy died which is about 14 months. My son, Ray and wife, Rita, drove, and my son Jack, came a short time later from Eden Prairie, MN. This was on Friday, but the main reason I'm there is to attend a concert by the Lakeland Babershop Chorus, my chorus that I sang with for over 20 years. We're a nice bunch of fellows, about 20, that meet every week all year round. I'm one of 3 charter members left. The show was on Saturday evening, and I went early to meet my buddies before the show,

That is when it all started. As I walked into the room,and they saw me, they started to sing," You're as welcome as the flowers in May." My eyes got full of tears, and tears are running all over my face while I'm shaking hands and getting hugs.I didn't stop crying until I got up stairs with the audience. Another fiend greeted me, and told me that those are tears of joy. I've seen that happen to others but never to me. What a different experience, and new things are still happening to me in spite of my 90 years.