Great things about being blind. Seeing Henry VIII.

I am working on a story about my work as a music therapist with people who have dementia and other disabilities. It reminded me of many wonderful, funny and touching stories for my blog. There was a woman who had dementia and also had very vivid and interesting visual halucinations. she would think that she saw people and would get quite anxious and upset if others could not see them too. I am sure this is amazingly distressing. One day, I was sitting playing piano when she came up and tapped me on the shoulder. "Excuse me dear. Is that Henry the eighth standing in the doorway?" "I'm not sure who it is," I could answer truthfully. "I can't see anything at all. I'm blind. But, if it is him, I suggest you don't marry him." she laughed and she did not become agitated and Henry seemed to have disappeared.