D'ann Slattery
The second to the last song my mother heard. She heard it a few times in the days before while in ICU, (and acknowledged that she liked it) so I played it again for her at the end. Her beautiful blue eyes opened and looked into mine for the last time during this song.
The first song I ever heard by John Denver was with her in the car at age (almost) five heading to Texas, leading to a life-long love of his music.

