On Sunday I had the pleasure of singing carols through the halls of our local retirement residence with some lovely people from church. We sang all of the traditional songs and passed out homemade cards and clementines as we wandered through the building.
The most touching moments were seeing people smile, listening as residents joined us in song and hearing stories of their memories brought back from either the song or the clementines.
The most overcome I felt was when we sang Silent Night to two separate residents, both of whom were bed-ridden and could hardly, if at all, open their eyes. I never realized how fitting that song is for the end of life.
Silent night, Holy night
All is calm, All is bright
Round yon virgin, mother and child
Holy Infant, so tender and mild
Sleep in heavenly peace, Sleep in heavenly peace