08/28/2026
12 years. Oh how glad and happy when we meet. No more cold iron shackles on my feet. I’ll fly away.
My brother W***y and I were able to sing this song at my Grandma Rainey’s memorial service and my Aunt Debbie got a recording of it. I think we practiced once before and went for it. One of my greatest joys was to have this piece of music of him and me as we come from a musical family. When W***y died, I didn’t know this recording existed and that week I began to weep more thinking we weren’t able to record any music together. God’s kindness amidst tragedy.
12 years and the sting of those first couple years has faded. You are dearly loved and remembered W***y.