Take These Broken Wings And Learn To Fly
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True Story: On my brother’s passing a couple of years back, that song was playing on my nephew’s iPhone (he had his headphones on, and was sitting with my Bro at the hospital). It seemed a fitting song of sorts, as my brother had been handicapped most of his adult life. His broken wings limited him in many ways.
At the funeral service, my nephew played the music and I sang “Blackbird”. Live. In front of people. My first and last official solo. His guitar work was good, my singing, well, ummmm, mediocre at best.
Long story short, the song has a special meaning, as now my Bro is up there flying around freely, unlike his time on earth.
beautiful story.....
That’s a great story! We’ve heard a few great stories here in the last week. Sorry about your brother, but how brave and awesome were you to do that for him!
He ain’t heavy; he’s my brother...