That is not the best rendition of Ave Maria I have heard, but it’s the best rendition I could quickly find on YouTube. Ave Maria was one of my dad’s favorite songs. In Columbus, Ohio, there is a woman named Mary Helen Adamshick who, in my humble opinion, sings it as well or better than anyone anywhere, and we were lucky enough to hear and see her perform it a number of times. Although this version sounds like it’s in German or something, the singer’s voice is sort of similar to Mary Helen’s. I always wished she would have recorded it in a professional studio. (Maybe she did and I just don’t know it; I will try to contact her.)
The song fits my melancholy mood at the moment. It’s just a matter of perhaps a day or two, I don’t know, before one of the patients I visit will pass away. When she does, I will miss her, because I’ve been visiting her for many months. She is a gracious, sweet lady who happens to love food and eating food, and she likes to talk about football and the 49ers. She has a great memory and is always kind enough to ask about how her visitors are doing. I admire her positive attitude and the way handles the fact that she is blind and bedridden — wishing she could see and move around, but faithfully accepting her limitations.