Music of Love
--by SissyLee, posted Jun 27, 2018
I found him in a shared room. He was extremely emaciated, with long, wild grey hair, and the gentlest spirit shining out. I asked if he still wanted the music. He could not speak as he had a tracheotomy, but he clasped his hands and whispered, "The Harp! The Harp! Ooohhhhh."
Someone had posted notes from those who cared for him all along the wall by his bed.
His room mate turned off his TV.
As I played, my patient drifted far away. His breathing was almost non-existent. I thought he would pass, but he wasn't there yet. I played for 1 and 1/2 hours and did not want to leave him, but my eyes, back and arms were beginning to tire.
When I finished playing, he kept saying thank you, by putting his hand on his heart and beaming. I could see by the notes and his photos that he had been a bit of a wild and funny guy, so I said, "I will see you on the flip side, my friend!" He shook silently with laughter and nodded .
Happy Trails, my gentle, wild friend.
Your divine music healed and helped him. Bless you my friend.