I got word today that my cousin, whom I barely knew, died yesterday. He was 32. I’m still waiting for details.
I’m not a particularly religious person, but I love some of the old bluegrass gospel—“Angel Band” especially. Lyrics tend to vary a lot, but most versions start close to this way:
My latest sun is sinking fast, my race is nearly run
My strongest trials now are past, my triumph has begun
Oh, come, Angel Band, come and around me stand
Oh bear me away on your snow white wings to my immortal home
Oh bear me away on your snow white wings to my immortal home.
Hear the Barrel House Mamas sing a sweet a capella version here.
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I'm sorry to hear about your cousin Indigo... and I like the idea of being borne away on angel wings to an immortal abode.
Beautiful tribute.
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