“No matter how
lost you are, music can bring you home.” ~ Unattributed
Music touches
our souls and brings back memories. Jim called playing his guitar therapy. And
it was. He kept the guitar on a stand in our kitchen. Each morning he picked it
up, looked out the window at his mother’s house, the road, and cattle in the
pasture, then played a few tunes. He’d drink a cup of hot coffee—no lukewarm
stuff for him—and sing whatever country or cowboy song was on his mind, or
heart, that morning.
From the time
he was a boy and learned how to play the mandolin, the only instrument his tiny
fingers could reach, until the day he died, music was in his soul. One of the
saddest parts of dementia was watching Jim lose his ability to play his guitar
and sing his songs. To this day when I hear one of his favorite songs, memories
of Jim, sitting in the kitchen strumming his guitar, soothes my soul.
Copyright
© January 2016 by L.S. Fisher
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