It was my second Christmas spent in Memory Care. I was feeling tired and "over it" before I even got there to find the mama more confused than usual. Such is the case when she has guests earlier in the day. I was super grateful to have missed them, so that I could focus on her.
I planned on leaving after dinner, but since many of the residents were busted out I sat and ate with the mama. Christmas carols played loudly in the background. Mom and I sang. One of the few places I just don't care and will sing. While we ate, I heard something amazing. One of the residents, Annie, who has a great singing voice was humming along. Her humming meshed beautifully with the carols, bounced around in the dining room and for just a moment the music became more than just canned music with a slightly deaf senior humming along. It was as if the heavens opened and for a spilt second I swear there was an ethereal choir that sang with her. I thought I might cry it was so lovely and just what I needed to fix my Bah-Humbug.
The miracles that happen in Memory Care are small like this one, but they are so mighty and they produce profound ripples.
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