caroling

On Christmas Day, in the evening, we went to visit my grandma at the independent living center, on the same floor where Oma died in May. We sat with Grandma in her room, trying to talk, repeating ourselves, and then we started singing carols. After a while, we went into the hallway and sang there. Old men and women began to peek out of their rooms and shuffle out to stand near us with their walkers. They joined their voices with ours, and we filled the hallway with song.