I know this post is a little old considering it happened on Father's Day... but I am sure that there are some who will still appreciate seeing this!
While we were up in Salt Lake on Father's Day, I went to visit my grandparents while my darling husband stayed at my parents house to study for his final the next day. (Note: Normally Casey tries really hard not to study on Sunday but with his final being first thing, bright and early the next morning, he felt he needed to.) Anyway, while we were at my grandparents (mom's parents) my grandpa was laying on the couch--like always. He is really showing the signs of old age. There have been some times that he doesn't even remember my mom's name or that I am married. Some days are better than others. I have always been my grandpa's shadow and loved to follow him around and help him while I was growing up. I still love spending as much time as possible with him. I was sitting in the rocking chair right next to the couch and spent a lot of the time just talking to him very slowly and clearly while everyone else chattered away amongst themselves with my grandma.
I asked my grandpa if anyone ever played his piano any more. He said no but that he sure missed it. My little sister went over and played a couple of hymns and then my mom went and found some difficult piano songs and was going to play that for him. She played a few and everyone kept happily chattering but grandpa and I listened. Grandpa misses the piano in general and I miss hearing my mom play it.
Then as a complete surprise to everyone in the room, Grandpa began singing. A little history lesson for those that don't know, but Grandpa sang in the Mormon Tabernacle Choir from 1959-1981 as a Tenor. He sang all over the world and I have loved growing up hearing the stories related to the choir and traveling including Europe, singing at Pres. Nixon's inauguration, Mount Rushmore, Mr. Kruger's Christmas and many more.
The reason why Grandpa singing on Father's Day was such a huge deal was because he had not even tried to sing for so long. I didn't realize how important it was until I looked up and saw Grandma crying. I quickly grabbed my phone and tried to take a video as fast as I could. I did not know how long the singing would continue but wanted to capture it once I realized how much it meant to Grandma. The videos are not the best quality... but the memory is priceless! :) Oh and make sure your volume is up loud. Between the static of the phone and Grandpa singing softly, it is slightly hard to hear.
This was such a sweet experience for all of us! And the most amazing thing happened!!! :) Grandpa's memory came back to him after all the singing (the power of music!). He was able to tell me about his day and details from the past and then he talked a whole bunch about Casey (really amazing because a lot of times he has no idea who Casey is!). He told me how blessed we were to have each other and how Casey is such a good boy. I truly am blessed to have such wonderful men in my life whom I love so dearly!