For years I used to pipe on an honor guard. I was asked by the local VFW to pipe a military funeral Wednesday; the first time I've piped for anyone outside of family since I was injured, left the service, and got sick. As uniforms left too long unworn in closets have a tendency to shrink, I found myself transferring my FF/EMS insignia to a larger uniform blouse, especially my NREMT-P patch, which is the same one I was wearing on my last night on the job. I've literally not been able to even look at it for years without an overwhelming sense of grief and shame, but this time, there was nothing; no triggering at all (maybe this EMDR stuff actually works). On the field, I even felt good about wearing it again. Even unexpectedly encountered a couple of neighbors who unbeknownst to me were in the honor guard. I did a passable job piping the processional, hymn, and retreat; although I declined to march; I'm too unsteady on my feet, and didn't want to complicate matters. Later, I apologized for my tremor, which made me sound somewhat reminiscent of a pine warbler; he smiled and said, “Oh no; that's vibrato!”
It may not sound like much, but this is a really big deal for me. Tried to explain it to my mate; she just gave me that blank stare like I was speaking Urdu.