On Wed morning, six of us played and sang with our old friends at one of the Alzheimer's units we visit monthly. As usual, they were very engaged with the singing and clapping, etc. Of course, we sing the songs of their youth - I've Been Workin' On The Railroad - Let Me Call You Sweetheart - You Are My Sunshine - When The Saints Go Marching In - If You're Happy And You Know It - This Land Is Your Land- as well as a bunch of Sunday School songs and old hymns.
When we were leaving, one old gal in a wheelchair grabbed my hand and said "Thank you so much for singing with us - you made us feel just like little kids again!"
To me, that compliment was worth way more than any applause I ever got. These folks get a lot of drugs every day, but none make them feel like little kids again! It's nice to know that we can provide something the drug companies can't bottle or encapsulate; you know they would if they could.
When we were leaving, one old gal in a wheelchair grabbed my hand and said "Thank you so much for singing with us - you made us feel just like little kids again!"
To me, that compliment was worth way more than any applause I ever got. These folks get a lot of drugs every day, but none make them feel like little kids again! It's nice to know that we can provide something the drug companies can't bottle or encapsulate; you know they would if they could.