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Two weeks ago I drove to Hershey, Pennsylvania to The Pennsylvania Sate University Medical Center. I did not have an appointment or test scheduled. I was there to see my great nieces. 1, 2, babies, as their sister says! (also known as twins)  There was a need for a stay a this hospital for one twin. I've been here before, years ago, to say goodbye to my nephew as the angels in heaven came for him.  As I walked off the elevator onto the NICU floor it was all too familiar. Another time in life, and yet, here we are, again.   I am happy to say all is well with the baby girls.  I also would like to tell you that the floor we were on had two big family rooms. These are Ronald McDonald House Charity Family Rooms . The one room had several couches that one could stretch out on, sleep on, or sit and be quiet. There were hand made blankets, sheets, and pillows for the parents to use. There was a bathroom-a full bathroom to take a shower. A washer and dryer too. The other room...

Somewhere in my youth among my parent's seats to the symphony, ballroom dancing lessons, and pairs of teeny tiny white gloves I wore to church and special occasions, I was taught to listen to music. Not the musical notes, but the sounds of the instruments, the reference to a story through music. I'm not a musician, a ballroom dancer, or attending any symphonies lately, but I still listen to music. Listen, imagine, and relax. Perhaps I'll close my eyes and picture that place in my mind that the music sounds like. That's how I listen to music, unless of course I'm driving the car, then eyes wide open! Today, I'm listening to my heritage. My Irish heritage that I'm actively researching. I remember the first time I heard Celtic Thunder perform. I was decorating a tall thin Christmas tree in our basement with needlepoint ornaments my mom made. I turned the television on just to pass the time. Ha, pass the time, I never got off the couch...I watched the entire PBS...