One of my ladies lost a friend this week. She showed me the memorial from the woman's funeral.
The lady was 95 years old. She had lost her only child when it was a baby and her husband passed away in 1970-something.
Since then she has worked and also been an active member in her church and the community.
One of the things she liked to do was play piano. She would volunteer to play for the "old folks at the nursing home" as she liked to call them.
She was seated at the piano and had raised her hands to play when she passed away.
Traumatic for the people around her, but what a gift for her.
I hope when my time comes, I'm doing something I love to do so my last memory will be a good one.
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