My friend’s walk with her husband on this earth has ended. She bravely shared their journey with Alzheimer’s honestly and frequently, and I can never thank her enough for helping to prepare me as I walk my own journey with my aunt. May her husband Richard rest in peace and may I have half of Jackie’s
courage – just when I need it most.
Our hospital chaplain stopped by too, and we shared another prayer for Richard while holding hands at his bedside.
The music therapist with the lilting voice visited and sang a few more serenades. I asked to hear “Let It Be” again, one more Irish lullaby, and the Enya song “Only Time.”
She then asked if I wanted to hear the old Peter, Paul and Mary tune, “500 miles.”
Such a peaceful song, I thought. I love the first two lines.
“If you miss the train I’m on you will know that I am gone
You can can hear the whistle blow a 100 miles.”
My husband loved the song, too.
Richard caught the last train last night…
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