Waltz of the Angel

Yesterday afternoon I received a telephone call.  The woman on the other end of the connection informed me of the passing of a woman I have referred to previously in another post.  I was instantly saddened to hear this news. Although I was not in her immediate circle of friends, fond memories of this woman, her kind nature and beauty have been filling my thoughts and heart throughout the evening last night and today.   Just two short weeks ago I had sent a card…  Just a few months ago I was in her home at her yearly Christmas party… Just last summer I was at her home for her yearly pool party… Just a few years ago I watched her compete at what was then The Boston Dance Revolution (in her words) “One last time” as she did a beautiful waltz…

Waltz… my absolute favorite dance.  When people think of waltz these days, most think of “Dancing With The Stars” or “So You Think You Can Dance?”.  When I think of waltz, I think of the ‘Old Dance Hall’ and country music.  Boots and dance shoes gliding effortlessly across the floor; Twinkle lights and the old strobe lighting; Smiling women in the arms of their male leads for those two or three minutes, feeling like princesses while country music plays in the background.

Many people think that country music is just folks whining about their divorce, the death of their dog or that their truck broke down – again.  In reality, country music is about life experiences.  The ‘Old Dance Hall’ where I met the woman I am writing about, allowed people of all ages to be free and spend time with those they cared about, called friends, relieve stress and have fun.  I recall many a night danced away there.  Each Saturday night I walked through the door, there she was:  in that same seat next to her husband offering a gracious hello, a smile and a hug.  Always a hug.  What a wonderful life experience to have been left with myself for having known this gracious lady.  I see in my mind’s eye her broad smile, the jeans with dance boots and long flow-y skirts she seemed so fond of.  Her warm laughter still tickles my ears and I can still see her dancing gently across the floor to that waltz.

As your earthly physical pain has now passed, I hope you dance in Heaven as you did on Earth.  This waltz is for you…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-DNUMZPeLX0

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