Room 217 Foundation Story
I will never forget the call that came on that cold, crisp January afternoon. I knew it was imminent. I was expecting it and I thought I was ready. But would I ever be ready to say the final farewell to my father?
I was close to my dad, and one thing that drew us together was our love for music. When dad had his first and second quadruple bypasses, it was no wonder that music played a role in his recovery. The tunes that lived in dad’s spirit energized him and gave him hope for recovery.
But with the diagnosis of Level 4 Non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma in the late spring of 2000, I watched Dad’s bottom line change dramatically during the next eighteen months. His attentiveness to profit and loss, distribution strategies and board meetings was ruthlessly replaced by blood tests and cat scans and antibiotic pics and a maze of health care infrastructure.
There was a morning in August I remember like it was yesterday. He sat in the rocking chair already battle-worn. I sat at the organ, having experienced the waves of grief that strike as surreptitiously as a tsunami. Intuitively, we knew our exchange would be around the music we had played for years. Our tears sang the words that day.
The notion of death and dying is something I haven’t been afraid to talk about. I believe death is a transition, not a destination. But, while I had always thought that sudden death was preferable, now I was seeing firsthand that terminal illness held tremendous opportunity for connecting, expressing my love through caring, possibilities for resolutions and dignified closure.
Those last hours with Dad are still etched in my heart. In Room 217 at the Uxbridge Cottage Hospital, lady morphine was doing her job while my five siblings, mother and I were around his bedside singing the hymns he loved. Dad tried singing along. It was a sound unlike any I have heard. It was neither guttural nor diaphragmatic. It came from a different place. I think it was a place deep in his soul. I saw with my own eyes and experienced with my own heart how music companioned Dad in his final transition. It was a gift, wrapped with the ribbon of release.
I had begun making piano recordings for friends and family who were ill when I was a teenager, but when I left the hospital and said good night to Dad for the last time, I committed to take my “comfort” music to others facing loss or the end of life. By the fall of 2004, I had developed the Room 217 idea and design.
Since 2005, the music of Room 217 has been a peaceful presence in the lives of thousands of people. While palliative care is at the heart of Room 217, the Room 217 resources have been embraced as comprehensive therapeutic music resources that reach across the live span and offer relaxation, encouragement, sleep promotion, comfort and support in a broad range of circumstances and rooms around the world. The most common uses include:
- therapeutic intervention
- spritual enrichment
- Alzheimer's and dementia care
- end-of-life and after care
- recreation and leisure
- baby care
In 2008, the Room 217 Foundation not-for-profit corporation was established and in April 2009 we became a registered Canadian charity. These are very natual next steps in the unfolding story as it allows our vision for music and care to grow and also provides you with an opportunity to help.
Where business suits are exchanged for hospital gowns and manicures for morphine, when life becomes as basic as waiting for the next breath, I want to contribute to a beautiful and hope-filled environment. I want to bring dignity to the dying through music. Music can facilitate expression. Maybe through the words of a song, there can be forgiveness and release or an opportunity to remind someone they’re cherished. I have learned that being present in a room with someone who is dying is a sacred moment. But there will be no place more sacred to me than Room 217.