Dance with me…


We used to dance in the kitchen.

Me and the kids…

Me and Rob…

I’d always try to get him to slow dance and he would; for about a minute; and then break out in his Kappa Kappa Psi (his college fraternity) moves, circling around me as I glared at him and laughed.

That’s back when we used to laugh a lot. 

We still laughed after cancer; but it wasn’t as free or pure.                                                                 It was laughter with the reality that maybe we didn’t have as much time to laugh together as we’d once hoped.

Fast forward four years…

The dancing had stopped.

The laughter was stilted.

And then something just seemed to happen and the golden joy of laughter returned.                             The dancing began again.                                                                                                             Hope came home and unpacked it’s bags;                                                                                 laughter soon followed, apologizing for being gone for so long.

We didn’t realize how much we’d missed them until they’d returned.

The smiles became genuine again…

The laughter returned, deep and loud….

Music began to play and the insatiable desire to move to the melodies overcame us.

Joy overtook us…

Like a faint memory of a life long gone, we began to remember…

To remember the good things…                                                                                                     The pure things…                                                                                                                         The things that used to make us happy.

We’d always love him.                                                                                                                       We’d always miss him.                                                                                                                     We’d never get over him…                                                                                                               He was too good to ever forget.

But we could breathe again.                                                                                                             And smile.                                                                                                                                       And laugh.                                                                                                                                     And yes, dance...

Be blessed friends… 🙂


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