He used to sing while we did the dishes.
When we were kids, we always had to do the dishes after dinner. One day I would wash, and he would dry. The next day, I would dry and he would wash. The person who washed the dishes had to wipe off the counters and the kitchen table. The person who dried had to sweep the floor.
My brother always sang while we worked. He sang the songs he learned in school, in kindergarten and first grade. "Pitter patter, pitter patter, it's a rainy day." "Three blind mice. Three blind mice. See how they run!" I never sang with him because he had such a pleasant voice. When we were in high school, he sang in the choir and in some of the musicals. He never had a big part, but he often had small roles and he sang onstage in the chorus. Later, he sang in his church choir. He could not stand on the risers after a while, due to a stroke. He stood on the floor next to the organ or the piano and sang solos and duets with the pastor's wife. They sounded good together. He had a pleasing tenor voice.
I enjoyed listening to my brother sing when we were kids. I wish I had told him that.
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So very sorry for your loss. 
Thanks for sharing.
Even if you didn't tell him then, you can tell him now. I'm sure he will hear your voice this time. 
