{"id":7536,"date":"2017-04-29T07:25:03","date_gmt":"2017-04-29T13:25:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.handsfreemama.com\/?p=7536"},"modified":"2017-04-29T07:29:24","modified_gmt":"2017-04-29T13:29:24","slug":"this-will-prepare-you","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.handsfreemama.com\/2017\/04\/29\/this-will-prepare-you\/","title":{"rendered":"This Will Prepare You \u00a0"},"content":{"rendered":"
<\/a> I hoped by some small miracle she\u2019d be lucid enough for me to thank her when we visited this week. I wanted to tell her she prepared a little girl to comfort her grandfather in his final days. I\u2019ll never forget how Avery drew close to Grandpa Ben<\/a> although he looked unfamiliar, sick, and in pain. Avery went right up to his bedside with a big smile. Avery was not scared. She was not scared at all.<\/p>\n She was prepared. And I knew we had Annie to thank for that.<\/p>\n Unfortunately, Annie was incoherent when we arrived on Thursday. We ushered her off to a quiet corner of the nursing home and Avery got out her guitar. The first song she played was \u201cYou Alone<\/a>\u201d – the last song her grandfather heard – the song she played at his funeral, so bravely and boldly in a room full of mourners, her voice strong, never wavering. She was prepared.<\/p>\n As she began to sing to Annie<\/a>, I felt myself becoming emotional. I will never be able to hear that song without crying. But there she was, singing it with a smile and strong enough to be heard over the noise of the nurses\u2019 station. When she was finished, Annie sat up a little straighter and said the only sentence she'd say while we were there. She said, \u201cI love to sing<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n
\nIt\u2019s been a year since my ten-year-old daughter and I started visiting \u201cAnnie\u201d<\/a> at the nursing home. Avery felt compelled to \u201cadopt\u201d Annie when she learned she hadn\u2019t had a visitor in years. In the beginning, Annie smiled all the time and shared fond memories of her past. We would take her to Bingo, paint with her, and Avery would sing to her. Now Avery just sings. On a good day, Annie will hum along to her favorite Elvis song. But mostly, she just listens; the music makes her breathe easier.<\/p>\n