I like to think it was a good one for him, in spite of his hospice situation. I do know I saw some smiles on that still handsome face this morning.
We greeted friends, family and staff with holiday cupcakes. The wise hospital chaplain stopped by again to extend birthday wishes as well.
Richard was serenaded by two music therapists with beautiful voices, one with a guitar. A small hospital room soon made rich with Irish lullabies, Christmas carols and old Beatle tunes.
Richard appeared to enjoy them all and was particularly at peace listening to a duet of “Silent Night.”
“Let if Be,” written by Paul McCartney, was my favorite and also the most emotional for the rest of us. Particularly the first two lines:
“When I find myself in times of trouble
Mother Mary comes to me…”
My husband’s beloved mother’s name was Mary.
So perfect, I thought.
What a gift.