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Stories of Comfort and Beauty

An unexpected beginning in playing for the dying

I knocked timidly—I was 18 years old and new to my job as the hospital’s “Musician in residence.” No answer, but the door was half open, and I had been told to go to this room first...

In the intensive care unit

The ICU nurse said to go to the room immediately—the patient was in critical condition and becoming non-responsive. The family was considering hospice care...

Baby Grace graces me

Baby Grace was broadcasting her distress when I arrived at the neonatal intensive care unit. Her tiny body produced tiny screams. Her arms flailed in the premie-sized onesie...

Saying good-bye during coronavirus

I knew July 12, 2020 would be special—I didn’t know it would be among the most cherished days of my life. My son’s dream of attending a military academy would begin...