Today I went to visit my Alzheimer friend.
We share music time together.
I go then because the ones awake,
hum or sing even if they don’t know the words.
That’s my kind of singing place!
There is an older gentleman
who raises his arms
and taps the air with imaginary drum sticks for every song.
He used to be a doctor.
But today was the cutest thing.
There was a woman all dressed up in pastel springtime clothes.
She was standing with her walker at the door.
When Pat began playing a sentimental tune on the piano
she began to sway back and forth
while holding on to her walker.
As the music continued
she began to dance with her walker.
She twirled and stepped side to side in her little old shoes,
feeling the rhythm and mood
of the music.
She danced the entire song right there in the hallway,
as people walked by,
with her walker as her partner.
It was so precious
I am getting teary
just writing about it.