How Sweet the Sound

The day dawned bright with an abundance of sunshine as we traveled for a Saturday day trip to see my father. As we greeted him, he kept nodding off. ” I am so tired,” he muttered as his head drooped down. Since he just had surgery, it was expected. “Come on, Dad. I will play the piano,” I urged. We ambled over to the piano. Just like two years ago, the broken C note greeted my ears. As I started playing the familiar hymns, other residents gathered around and started singing. It ended up being an impromptu hymnsing, with voices joining together in praise and my father, staying awake. Surprisingly, they stayed for one hour, singing and rejoicing on a sunny Saturday afternoon. It was a great weekend memory.