Optical Allusionist

In sacrament yesterday, I sat behind a young man who sang the tenor part to a couple of the songs, and I was glad to sing along. I hadn't sung tenor in a while, because it can be hard to hear when everyone around you is singing the soprano or the alto, but I love to sing tenor. It's practically my natural range. :D It reminded me of something that I hadn't thought of in a handful of months.

A few years ago, I began to join in with my dad, my dippy, as he sung tenor to the hymns. I loved it, and we'd sing together, guiding each other through the part. They were some of the sweetest moments with my Dippy, singing tenor with him. I felt a connection and a love and a sweetness. We sung tenor for a couple years, off and on-- but more on than off-- , before he was called to be in the Bishopric. It was very hard for me to let him go, because I knew it'd be much harder to hear him sing tenor, and I knew I would have to give up those times. On the rare occasion that Dippy and I would be seated next to each other in another meeting, I would gladly tune in to the tenor part with him. I learned to love tenor, to further my love of music, and to further my love of my Dippy.