A number of years ago our beloved high school music teacher was called home to Heaven. Prior to his passing, we held a tribute to him in our home town and celebrated his life. A short while later, while he was at hospice many of his past music students from the 60's through the 90's came to visit and say a last goodbye.
We prayed, sang, talked, laughed and cried while we prepared to say goodbye to "Our Music Man". When we closed his door to not disturb others, a nurse came and asked us to keep the door open and look into the hallways. Many other patients and families were sitting at their doors or had rolled into the hall so they could hear our songs of faith, love and praise. We sang for all of them and those who could, sang with us. That day was special because Our Music Man was able to talk and tell us stories - remembering many things in his past and ours.
We lost him early next morning. Our chain of calls went out from coast to coast and cries were heard through the night as we mourned. He was in Heaven - another Music Man had joined the Orchestra and Heavenly Choir.
Thanks for allowing me the privilege of sharing this memory, Dr. Laura. Enjoy your life!!