I wrote a hymn once - my Dad liked it.
He was a chorister - like my brother, like me.
This is the cathedral he sang in as a boy - the same cathedral in which, as a man, he would later marry my mother.
I work on the theme every year, around his birthday - the joke being that we would play it at his funeral.
The words are kinda cool - you can read them here.
Funny thing is, I didn't work on it this year - I totally avoided it - and now - with him gone, I'm second guessing everything.
This is from last year, I was thinking about choirs and harmonies and cathedral choristers - this is the Decani development:
