Hospice rang yesterday. An actively dying man had asked for harp music. I had to go to work, but rang after and he was still alive, still wanting the harp.
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.
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.
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- Posted by SissyLee
- Jun 27, 2018
- Comments (9)
Readers Comments
mindyjourney wrote: Happy trails...you help guide his way, my friend. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Everytime I read one of your harp/hospice posts, I am moved to tears. What a gift you share! â¤ï¸ 🎶 🕊
Mish wrote: Love what you said to him at the end, Sissy. So perfect ðŸ‘â¤ï¸
Rajni wrote: You did a wonderful job. When terminally ill people's wish is fulfilled they bless profusely. Chances like this do not occur very often. You just grabbed it and make it happen. Thanks for sharing.
horsegirl21 wrote: Beautiful you were able to grant a dying man`s wish with lovely music
leoladyc728 wrote: this brought tears to my eyes too. You are so wonderful
scully wrote: Amazing that your talent is guiding these souls on their journey. Thank you and bless you
AnnC wrote: Thank you for sharing your love and caring with this man. I am sure you eased his transition. And thank you for sharing this beautiful story.
AndiCas wrote: I love that you can do this.
Subh wrote: Thank you!
Your divine music healed and helped him. Bless you my friend.
Your divine music healed and helped him. Bless you my friend.
