My brother and the music class facilitator held a concert this morning for the other hospice residents.
He was a good guitarist in his day but his hands are no longer up to the task.
He can however play the cowbell and his blues harp simultaneously.
You’ve never heard Summertime until a cowbell is thrown into the mix.
The Doctor told my sister-in-law that normally she can predict with reasonable accuracy when a resident will cross over within a spread of days.
With my brother she is at a complete loss. He continues to rebound. He continues to defy the odds.
He’s planning another concert due to popular demand.
