I sang, and my nephew played guitar, that song at the ceremony for the passing of my brother. He passed after most of the family had left the hospital for the evening. My nephew stayed and was playing music as he sat with my bro. This song was playing when the vitals faded.
Miss ya, Chunkley!
Blackbird singing in the dead of night,
Take these broken wings and learn to fly.
All your life,
You were only waiting for this moment to arrive.
Black bird fly.....
Hugs