i went to a rest home the other day to sing for an elderly woman
who now resides there. I knew that she was quite blind, but when i realized that she was deaf now too, i decided that she might not even hear a song should i play and sing for her, so i jsut sat and held her hand. When my mother lay dying in hospital, I sang in her room for many hours during the week i sat in vigil by her. She appeared to be not
able to hear, being in a coma as she was, but i sang anyway, knowing that the hearing is sometimes the last sensation to continue. I know that others is the same hospital keeping similar vigils were able to hear and be cheered by my singing. When people speak of their experiences of coming back from the dead, they often recall the sounds they heard in the room, doctors and nurses voices, etc. the eyes can close but the ears cannot. each year i make wreaths from grape vines when they are pruned. I usually use sprigs of Laurel leaves with some red berries that grow around here...fragrant and with a splash of color.(not to mention natural and organic)(or well, i gusss i did mention taht...)