Logged off property we re-forested it with Giant Sequoia. We have contributed hundreds of trees to re-plant around our community and on their daughters So the final voice he heard was Enya 'Memory of Trees' and the final tract was about 'Going on Home.' It was a most appropriate choice, as both of us are plants people and he was a landscape architect. It was for the rest of us as much as for him. Instead I was kind and brought him Enya and some Andean flute music. We had that kind of relationship! One that I will never find again. His reply, "NO MOZART." Not even Bach? Reply & quot NO BACH!"Īt that point I was about to suggest Moussorgsky: Night on Bald Mountain, or Sorcerer's Apprentice.
I told him that I wanted to play some music in the background. (Overwhelmingly I might add) I came early to talk and help get him ready. We opted for a "Doctor assisted end of life" just passed in this State last year. Three limbs no longer worked and he was heading for an oxygen tube, as the lungs were next to go. We finally approached the end of the line. So was it for me - to do the jobs that we used to do together. He would watch me out the window going to the shop to get the tools that we used to work on every week.
The progression of this disease affected all of us, especially in the crippling affect it had on the person. During the last year I have been dealing with a loved one dying of ALS.
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