What is the most troublesome about Mom’s illness, COPD, is that it steals away the breath of her life. We depend upon breathing treatments and oxygen to get her days started off right.
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| Mom and Charlotte Mazzu sing a duet 1970 |
She knew many sacred tunes and to my childish delight she knew some big band songs such as 'Chattanooga Choo Choo' and 'Let Me Call You Sweetheart'. I was sure I had the coolest Mom of all when she would pop out from behind the drapes and perform songs and sometimes a dance from long ago.
As anyone can tell you, to sing properly you must control your breath. Her heart broke about eight years ago when she lost her voice after a bout with pneumonia. Although she cannot sing for long periods of times, she still carries a song in her heart, and on occasion I can prompt her to join me in a short chorus or two.
Music is a very important part of this household. Sometimes we do the singing and at other times we play DVD’s or CD’s and within minutes we can see the soothing effect that the music has on the environment, especially when we play the familiar old hymns. Every Saturday Mom and Dad let their hair down and watch Lawrence Welk on PBS (I think I’ve seen most of the shows.) Saturday nights from 6 to 8:30 has long been Mom and Dad’s date night and now Wolter and I are their chaperones.
This lyrics of this song resonates in my heart as I sing and pray it for Mom. Even now as she sits near me, I hear the oxygen machine gurgling and hissing, and I hear the words of the parts of this song.
I am waiting in a silent prayer
I am frightened by the load I bear
In a world as cold as stone
Must I walk this path alone?
Be with me now
Be with me now
Breath of heaven
Hold me together
Be forever near me
Breath of heaven
Breath of heaven
Lighten my darkness
Pour over me your holiness
For you are holy
Breath of Heaven.
For you are holy
Breath of Heaven.

we are constantly amazed at Dot Webb's resilience...you are a fine daughter Tammy.
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