The Dance

Time and memories are funny things. At any given time the most random of memories can pop into your head. There was a massive rainstorm last night and I finally walked through my front door after two hours in traffic. I looked at the clock and thought of how exhausted I was. I looked at the living room and thought of the dance. Dance? Yes, The Dance.

Literally hours before Mark gained his eternal dancing wings, we danced in our living room. For as long as I can remember I can picture times Mark would just grab my hand and twirl me around wherever we were. He would joke that that he had no rhythm and wasn’t a great dancer but that I made him look good. I would laugh and say he was right. In those moments we would dance, we would laugh and always remember what brought us together, no matter what was going in our life.

Well, our final dance is one I will always remember. There was no music, no song, there was just us. As I stood up to get ready to go upstairs to bed, Mark stood up. He pulled me close and I rested my head on his chest. I listened to his heart beating and that was the most beautiful sound. He twirled me around and I rested my hands on his neck and looked into his eyes before resting my head back on his chest. I remember thinking how I wish that moment could stay frozen in time. Now I know it is.

Ever since then I have been thinking what a blessing it was to have that moment. To be able to find joy in the most unexpected of places and at the most unexpected times is also a blessing. It is as if last night Mark was sending me the gift of learning to dance again through that memory. I always think of the saying, “Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass, it’s about learning to dance in the rain.” I have found that rhythm again to dance in the rain and learning to live life as that rainbow starts to appear.

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