I worked at a nursing home for a year doing my postdoc hours. It was a home filled with a lot of dementia, depression and sadness. I started a music group. Each week, I would play music from the residents' era of growing up. At first, I only had one or two attendees. Soon, the room was full (and the staff was hanging out at the door)! The residents sang, shared memories and came alive. It was such a blessing to be a part of it all! Music really does touch a place inside that brings people alive!
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I worked at a nursing home for a year doing my postdoc hours. It was a home filled with a lot of dementia, depression and sadness. I started a music group. Each week, I would play music from the residents' era of growing up. At first, I only had one or two attendees. Soon, the room was full (and the staff was hanging out at the door)! The residents sang, shared memories and came alive. It was such a blessing to be a part of it all! Music really does touch a place inside that brings people alive!