My favourite moment in some time occurred earlier this week, during a visit. This conversation is between a person with dementia and their spouse who cares for them.
“Are you going to play the piano?”
“Some people play the piano, I don’t.”
“You could sit at the piano.”
(A look of confusion.)
“It’s that one over there.”
(Obediently sitting at the piano stool, with a look of total forlornness.)
“This hand does something like this.” (Approximating a chord)
“The other one is more like this.” (Runs a few notes together.)
(Brushing the demonstrating hands away, hesitantly a tune is tinkled.)
“That’s the thing, try again, louder.”
(A wonderful rendition of a tune from Salad Days pours out involving both hands and feet in harmonies and syncopated rhythms. The look on the pianist’s face is surprise and sheer delight.)
We are all blessed by this moment of grace called forth by love.