Thanks to Bev Foster for this story
“For the last number of years, I’ve done music on Christmas morning at our local long term care home. One year, there was a woman who had been a night club singer – she knew all the riffs. While she couldn’t remember what she had for breakfast, or her daughter’s name, once the piano intro started, she would come alive, stand in her performing stance, twinkle in her eye, an imaginary microphone in hand, and break into song. She knew every word and performed with ease and musical nuance. She was effervescent. She was on stage. She delivered.”
