Maya's Baptism and Fundraising Dinner

Another busy weekend in the life of Greear has finished.

We went to the Karen Hornaday Park Fundraiser Friday night. Sally had asked Falcom to perform a song at the show and he was very happy to do so. He gave Sally two choices that he could do. She chose "Here Comes The Sun" and so he prepared. We all ate Cajun, bid on auction items, and prepared for Falcom's song.

Mike McKinney did an excellent job at his stand up comedy act. He really made Marina, Willie, and DeeJay laugh!

This picture was upstairs in the 'green room'. Maya was loving all the acts. There were cloggers and tap dancers and belly dancers. Then it was time for Falcom to go on. There was so much pressure and the whole room became silent to hear him. The music was off. He forgot the first line. He sounded sweet, but he had a hard time rallying.

When he finished he broke into full panic attack and got hives. Irene and I sat outside with him for a half hour while he pulled himself back together. He begged me to take him home, but we managed to make him go back in and good thing he did. So many people hugged him and kissed him and asked for his autograph.

When I got home and watched the video of his singing it was actually very sweet. Yes, I know he was off and reserved, but he actually recovered well and he sounded nice. The anxiety in his head is a huge burden to carry.

Sunday morning we dressed and went to church to celebrate Maya's Baptism. It was a beautiful ceremony! Instead of rewriting the experience, I would like you to go to:

http://phowises.blogspot.com/

Here you will read and see photos of the princess Maya getting baptised with us, her Godparents and siblings in the background.

Irene also does a nice job talking about Falcom's disappointments and how this pressure is really taking a toll on him. When it came time for him to sing the Hymn he muffled the first line. The pastor stopped the song and said, "Let's start again."

With each line Falcom's voice became clearer and stronger and more beautiful. By the end of the song he was in his full out of body singing voice. (You know, when the voice doesn't seem to be possibly coming from this body.)

Irene really captures this on her blog, when she talks about the beauty of a church family. At the fundraiser no one was able to stop, stand at his side and say. "Whow! Start Over!" Like Irene says, "In God's house, there is always time and room for a do over."

For those of you who are wondering. After singing at church, Falcom did not have a panic attack, hives, nothing.

After the service, we went to the beach. It is almost hot dog season again.

Then off to Irene's for Chammoru Bar-B-Que. It was delicious. Red rice, fina-dente, ribs, chicken, spring rolls. I told Irene that sadly this was not a very authentic experience. She and Priscilla both said, "What?" I had to inform them that the meat was not burned enough on the outside or raw enough on the inside, and that the presence of fresh vegetables that were not pickled would not do. We laughed. With eyes closed, each bite brought back a part of the islands!

Ah!Laska