Frank and I love giving the gift of music. We do lots of caroling this time of year (and Jerry was kind enough to join us at one!) but we also bring some songs to the local soup kitchen every Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter, whenever we can. It makes it a little more festive to have music with the meal, as we all know.

But our gift of music went farther than we expected, I found out yesterday. A dear friend of ours lost her husband to cancer this year. She told me yesterday that during his last days, he often asked her to put on our ShoreGrass album. He found it to be lively and happy, and apparently eased his mind. I'm under no illusions that our music is much more than amateur in overdrive, but the friend insisted that our music was what he asked for and it made a difference in his life during his last days. Wow. The simple gift that meant so much was her telling me about it.