Everyone's eyes were on Bob, playing the spoons. One of the daughters pulled a camera from her purse and began snapping pictures. The sons sat forward on their chairs; their faces softened, their shoulders relaxed. I felt the heavy atmosphere begin to dissipate.
I made up several extra verses to the funny folk song to prolong this precious time for Bob's family. Hop Jim along; Jump Jim along; Laugh Jim along. And so it went.
When the music stopped Bob spoke. "Boys, get me out of this wheelchair and over to the coffee table. I want to play that limberjack." What would Hospice and MHTP say to this? I wondered.
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