Thank you for this post, Ari. It takes me back to the surprising gentleness of my mother's passing, once all the turmoil was behind. I'm so glad you got those final moments with your grandmother. I've heard that hearing is the last sense to go, and my mom gave proof to that. On her final morning, I read poetry to her. She seemed unconscious, but I kept reading. Her last act before slipping into a coma was a bright smile when my dad entered the room with, "Good morning, Nelle." I'm sure your grandmother heard your voice as you sang that prayer to her.
Thank you for this post, Ari. It takes me back to the surprising gentleness of my mother's passing, once all the turmoil was behind. I'm so glad you got those final moments with your grandmother. I've heard that hearing is the last sense to go, and my mom gave proof to that. On her final morning, I read poetry to her. She seemed unconscious, but I kept reading. Her last act before slipping into a coma was a bright smile when my dad entered the room with, "Good morning, Nelle." I'm sure your grandmother heard your voice as you sang that prayer to her.
Beautiful - I've heard the same. Thanks Barbara!