All her life, Mom loved the piano. She tried, with minimal success, to impart that love to her five children. Only my older sister Jeanne and younger brother Don learned and loved to play. I managed to pick out the first five bars of God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen with my right hand.
But Mom always played.
In the early days of her memory loss, she still was able to read music and played the organ in her room with skill and enthusiasm. As her dementia progressed, she began to play from memory–then muscle memory. As her repertoire diminished, she settled into one fabulous medley which she played unfailingly until her death. It begins with Silent Night and then, at the same moment every time, morphs into Polly Waddle Doodle All Day.
Over the years, I took videos of her playing on my phone and here is the very last one.
Merry Christmas from Mom.