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So many loved one's visiting hospice patients wish to tell others about the process they witnessed, especially how the arts helped their family. Let us know your experience.

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I wear a pair of Sperry Gold Cup sandals (without) socks when I entertain patients. One day a male patient about my age sat up as I started playing, and said, “I love those shoes.” He made me take them off for his inspection and commented on how cool they were. His daughter sat at his bedside and explained how her dad had always had a thing for shoes. I sang him country songs and he sang along. I met her in the hallway about a week later and she explained that her father had passed away, and added, “We bought a pair of those sandals to bury him in.” Brought tears to my eyes.

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I remember a woman coming by my mother’s bed and asking if she’d like some music. My mother hesitated and then said, OK, my husband and I used to love Frank Sinatra’s Strangers in the Night, do you know that song? The musician played and sang the song and my mother looked at me, put out her hand for me to hold, and said, “you look just like him.”
It was a fond memory of my mother I’d never have if it wasn’t for that musician.

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