The only posts I have put on this site in last few months have been my continuing life story. I think I need to write once in a while about what is happening to me right now. That, after all, is also part of my life story, but I’m going to post these in a different category. I’ve called it “Current” and while you all can read them if you want, if you don’t want to (I have people reading this that aren’t family members), then just skip the posts that start with the word: Current.
So, last night, Barb and I attended the O C Tanner Gift of Music: “The American Songbook”. It was at the LDS Conference Center in Salt Lake and free to attend. You just had to go on the church website and signup for tickets. We had really good seats. We saw the Mormon Tabernacle Choir and the Utah Symphony. There were two guest singers who were great. They sang Broadway songs from “Ragtime” and “Man of La Mancha”. The choir was part of almost every song and it was so cool. I thought to myself. Surely, this must be what heaven is like. We don’t need to just listen to hymns to be spiritual. There is much other great music that inspires you and makes you feel good.
The conductor announced the last song and then they started into it. I noticed some people begin to leave (to get an early jump on the traffic, I guess). Barb and I have a rule. We don’t leave until it’s over. We stayed and they did two more encores after finishing what what on the schedule. The choir did “Battle Hymn of the Republic” which is kind of their signature song and the only song by the choir to actually hit the Top 40. In fact, it was Top 10. Then the orchestra did “Stars and Strips Forever” which was a number one song in the early 1900’s by John Philip Sousa.
It was wonderful. Many people had left by the time the concert had actually finished, but we are so glad we stayed. It was worth the extra time it took us to get out of the parking lot and on our way home. This is the lesson I learned: Sometimes, the best things happen to us in the final moments of our life. If I had left when the concert was supposed to be over, I’d have missed two of the best performances of the night. As I get older, I’ve been feeling lately, that life is pretty much over. But the concert is not over. My life is not over. I still have time to do some great things. Sometimes, the truly great things happens late in the concert.