My Gram was 93 when she had a stroke, and spent her last days (weeks, actually), in a state of 'unawareness', I guess. It wasn't really a coma.
She always loved music, and played the piano, and my grandfather would tap dance.
Anyhow, I'd come in every other day or so, and hold her hand and talk to her. One day I brought in a small cd player with all the stuff we'd dance to with her when we were young.
When 'The Twist' came on, she squeezed my hand. I knew from then on, even though she couldn't speak, or move, she was there and heard everything I was saying.
Wow. That's the first time I ever told anyone that.
My Gram was 93 when she had a stroke, and spent her last days (weeks, actually), in a state of 'unawareness', I guess. It wasn't really a coma.
She always loved music, and played the piano, and my grandfather would tap dance.
Anyhow, I'd come in every other day or so, and hold her hand and talk to her. One day I brought in a small cd player with all the stuff we'd dance to with her when we were young.
When 'The Twist' came on, she squeezed my hand. I knew from then on, even though she couldn't speak, or move, she was there and heard everything I was saying.
Wow. That's the first time I ever told anyone that.