Also, when Donna said that music was the last thing that her dad had
lost, I
thought of what a wonderful gift that had been for me when my mother
was on
her Alzheimer journey. It was after midnight on Christmas Eve and I
had just
gotten home after leaving my mother's hospital room, when I got a call
from
one of the nurses. They had heard beautiful singing from down the hall
and
had gone down to see who was still there singing for the patients. It
turned
out to be my mom, eyes closed and lying in a fetal position, but singing
"Silent Night" loudly and clearly. The entire staff gathered
in the hall,
held hands and cried. God works in strange ways.
So, even though you don't really know me, you have both touched me deeply.
May you always have a song to sing and a story to share. Thank you.