"Two little girls in blue." I could hear the beautiful voice accompanied by guitar, somewhere close by. When time permitted....in between patient care, I peeked around the corner into the next room.
A young woman sang and played, while an elderly female patient, listened enthralled.
Music pages flicked and another song chosen. "Silver threads among the gold." Now I was the one enraptured. Who was this?
Curiosity prevailed and I caught up with her as she departed.
"So do you come here often?" I queried.
She smiled sweetly, "I will from now on, I'm the Music Therapist!"
"Oh? .... so what does that entail?"
Four years full time University, I was informed.
"And...there are not enough of us!" I wasn't surprised.
My mother-in-law suffered from alzheimers so I decided to try it on my next visit.
Laying my face close beside hers on the pillow I sang softly....
"Vola colombo bianca vola"..... She stared as though through a mist of memory.
So I sang another..
When it was time to leave I told her goodbye and kissed her cheek. She turned her face and returned the kiss with...
"Ciao Cristella bella mia."
For a brief moment the cloud in her mind parted....and understanding shone forth.
'Nothing can separate us from the love of God." Romans 8: 38-39..
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