I shall never forget, one of the granddaughters is a harpist. She brought a small harp to the hospital, and played incessantly, with tears streaming down her face. She knew how much her granddaddy loved to hear her music.
I was just remembering my husband’s time - they told me hearing was the last to go and so I played endless music for him. He would loved to hear a harp being played such as you write - what a beautiful instrument to hear.
He was a young man and had lots of people visiting him but the ones who were most upset were the staff who don’t like to see someone young dying. He had a misdiagnosed brain tumor (glioblastoma - yes the earphone controversy) and from correct diagnosis to death - nine days.
Hospice kept him on morphine and he was comfortable - my only time alone with him was when I snuck back around midnight and spent the nite with him before the people came.
People who do love another want to be with them until they are finally released.
I feel badly for Obama’s grandmother - it seems he has cut her off from friends and family saying goodbye.
I don’t know how the man can live with the weight of his choices. How can one be driven by such ugly power.