My father has not been well lately. Although he was well enough last Saturday to attend the little reunion we had in the activity room of the facility where he is living, by Monday morning it was determined he is suffering from pneumonia and other things. He is not well enough to get out of bed right now so various care givers have joined to help us care for him. Today a harpist came to the door of his room to play for him. She told us she plays 'prescriptive' music depending on what he likes, his pulse rate, etc. She played for him for maybe half an hour. Sometimes she sang along in a rather soothing, Celtic manner.
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