Listening to Roy Orbison, The Four Seasons , Buddy Holly, Brass Band and Classical music on Thursday and Friday at the Nursing Home. Some of B’s favourites. He was enjoying them, we could tell .
On Friday, his breathing changed .
Towards tea-time, we were playing ,” The Holy City” with its “Jerusalem, Jerusalem, lift up your voice and sing”, chorus.
In the 70’s B used to go out for a pre lunch pint on Sundays with our then, neighbour. Before they went, he always used to sing it. When we moved, our neighbour’s wife used to say that she missed this rendition. She still does, although it happened over 40 years ago.
Despite having many visitors throughout the last four days, there was only myself and our three children with him.
As the music played, we noticed a change. We gathered around B telling him how much we loved him . He exhaled gently twice and then passed away.
It was fitting that we were alone with him and that a tune with such happy memories for us all was playing in the background.
B. never complained about his condition. He bore it bravely and with dignity. May God bless him and all who have suffered or are suffering with PSP. May God bless all who are caring for PSP patients.
Let us hope that a cure can be found soon.
Thank you, everyone on this site for your love and support. I may be back in a while, when I have dealt with all that needs to be done after someone who is greatly loved, dies. X