My dad and his harmonica

There isn't anything else that brings such warm and loving memories to me than my dad playing his harmonica. He learned how to play in grade school and is seen playing here with his brother. My dad played silent night every Christmas eve that I can remember except this last one. He was too weak to play. When he got a visit from his 3 brothers and 2 sisters he gathered enough strength to play for a while. I was lucky enough to be there and enjoy it. His brother Lavelle would start a song and dad would join in. We sang along on I am a child of God and the tears flowed in joy at hearing him play one last time.