A hymn cuts through the fog
For the last three years of my mom's life I couldn't talk with her because she had Alzheimer's disease. One day, we were driving in the car and I started to sing an old hymn we used to sing in church. I remembered hearing her sing that song so many times. I also remembered her pinching my arm if I got too noisy, or her giving me a peppermint Life Saver when I was being good.
All of a sudden, she started to sing with me. The sound of her voice brought tears to my eyes as we sang together just like the old days. Hearing my mother's sweet voice again was such a magic moment for me.
--Adele Solimine, Hauppauge