Ghostwriter
The last day I saw my Mom alive was a ball of emotion. There were problems, tears, joy and sadness. She couldn’t speak. She didn’t have the strength. All she could really do is look at me and squeeze my hand. I have no real talents to share, thankfully my sister was there. We took her hospital bed down to a room where there was a piano and my sister played for her.
She played all our favorites. Finally my sister started to play How Great Thou Art. She couldn’t sing, she mouthed every word, held my hand and together we cried with all sorts of mixed emotions. I knew it was goodbye and I was not prepared. I had prayed for her to be out of pain and with her loved ones, still I didn’t want her to go. I sat there and held her hand and knew in my heart that she was prepared. She was done. When she was certain that my father would be comforted and that I would somehow heal, she would happily go, where she could sing loud and clear. I miss her every day.
How this great. That hymn, How Great Thou Art is my favorite song. I played it in piano. You made mentioned earlier in your post that you are not a religious but that song is a religious song. It is about the Lord Jesus Christ who has offered His life to save the sinners.
Me too love piano.. Nice video Ghostwriter..