In a previous post, I shared some events of things that transpired in my family with regard to my Dad’s final days.
It was roughly a week before he passed where my mom, brother and myself were having a conversation about this music station that was playing on the cable company’s selection. Dad liked Big Band music as well as Jazz. He and Mom saw Johnny Mathis in concert numerous times and we commented that the station wasn’t playing anything by Johnny. Dad suggested we play the tape. DUH! I had gotten them a DVD of Johnny performing so we played it.
I have been around the music of Johnny Mathis pretty much my whole life so I knew a lot of songs. But this night I would see them in a completely different light. Wonderful Wonderful, Twelfth of Never, Misty, Chances Are, and others look and sound different when you apply the lyrics to your parents and their love story. And especially when one of the parents is at the end of their days.
That night was probably the last night where he was lucid and cognitive of his surroundings. After that, it was a matter of keeping him comfortable until he would breathe his last.
Which I was still thinking that something would happen and he bounce back a little.
Nope.
My Music Corner of the World 
This hits me. Sometimes these memories about music in the last days, it just hits.
I remember when Jen’s mom was dying in the hospital. She just kept hanging on and on. One day George Harrison came on and we all just got real quiet and listened together. It was powerful.
A few days later I ran into blues guitarist Phillip Sayce in the elevator. He had his guitar with him. He was going to play for his dad who was down the hall from Jen’s mom. They both passed within weeks of each other.
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I am thankful that I still have my Mom. It would have been very hard for me to have lost both parents in a short amount of time.
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That is what happened to Jen and I feel it is why she has so many health problems today.
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