Monday, August 7, 2023
I have many fond memories of my Aunt Rita, but the memory I cling to is that of her singing O Holy Night at Christmas with family. To hear the beckoning voice of an angel, insisting that all should fall on bended knee before the King and proclaim Christ the Lord, might be a scene from the Bible most can only try to envision, but some of us were eternally blessed to see and hear it in reality, with a fullness and richness that reverberates through the soul for eternity. Surely having such an impact on all who heard her sing, her angelic voice was somehow outshined by her angelic soul.
