A trip to Seattle in 2016 included a lovely dinner at an Indian restaurant with my daughter, Karis, and three of her close friends. So precious! One of those friends plays the harp. She told of another harpist who is sometimes called on to go into hospice situations and play “soothing” Christian and/or classical music while the patient is literally in the process of dying. I turned to Karis and said, “Well, if you kids want to do this for me when it’s my time to go, that kind of music won’t do. I gotta have rock ’n’ roll or Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir. Something with a beat. . . . Or else I won’t go!”
