A few years ago, at Christmastime, my great aunt was preparing to pass. She was 98 years old, and had been in a light coma in the hospital for about a week. My husband, son and I decided to sing Christmas carols at her bedside, hoping she could hear them at some level, and that they would ease her passing.
As we sang, Aunt Irene opened her eyes. She recognized us, smiled, and began to sing along--no easy feat beacuse she was virtually deaf and almost totally blind! Yet she sang perfectly in tune with us. The nurses cried when they saw this. We sang with Aunt Irene for nearly twenty minutes. Slowly, she fell back to sleep.
Aunt Irene passed away that evening. Thank you for a story that reminded me of that lovely winter afternoon.
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Date: 2012-12-18 02:37 pm (UTC)A few years ago, at Christmastime, my great aunt was preparing to pass. She was 98 years old, and had been in a light coma in the hospital for about a week. My husband, son and I decided to sing Christmas carols at her bedside, hoping she could hear them at some level, and that they would ease her passing.
As we sang, Aunt Irene opened her eyes. She recognized us, smiled, and began to sing along--no easy feat beacuse she was virtually deaf and almost totally blind! Yet she sang perfectly in tune with us. The nurses cried when they saw this. We sang with Aunt Irene for nearly twenty minutes. Slowly, she fell back to sleep.
Aunt Irene passed away that evening. Thank you for a story that reminded me of that lovely winter afternoon.