Today's post is inspired by the blog, Six Sentences, and by all of the people living and working at Woodland Ridge.
“Nice to see you-thanks for coming!” the over effusive,
middle-aged woman says to me. She is a
regular, always in the front row, at the sing-along I lead every other week for
memory impaired, mostly elderly folks. She
sings along to every song with her full out-of-tune voice; when she doesn’t
know the words, she hums along. Last
week, I saw her start to cry during my rendition of “May the Circle Be Unbroken”
and my heart nearly broke. It was the
only song she did not sing along to, so I chose a lighter song to sing next and
by the time we were at the last chorus of “She’ll Be Comin’ Around the Mountain”
she was in full-voice again. “Good-bye-see
you next time!” she hollered after me repeatedly and I realized that a tear or
two is okay for the both of us.
I sing different verses than the original, but the tune and the chorus are the same.
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