THE DANCE

                                        Life is a dance of past and preset  memories.

We leave Morgan's dance recital after seeing two of her three dances.  You are threatened with cruel and unusual punishment if you take pictures.  Theresa walks to our car to pick up the flowers we have to give to Morgan.  She is in the hip pop dancing and the costumes are adorable and hers were the best dances as they were full of lively movements and the joy of being young.  It was pure delight to be there.

The parking lot was a disaster full of cars driving run and run looking for parking.  We squeezed in close to a shop sign as there was no way we could do a long walk.  A usher met us at the door to take us to a seat for three which was so kind of her.  Dad would end up sitting in front of us squeezed  in beside a very large lady.  She was very friendly and kind.  They sat knee to knee.

The music is over-whelming  loud so that made by hearing even worse.

I wanted to put into words my mutual respect for Mikie and Theresa at this difficult time for them.  We will see them on Sunday at the Celebration of life for Chuck Alexander.

Everything ends too quickly
the closing down of our church
the dances that Morgan performs
the life of Chuck Alexander.

We carry in our hearts the joys and sorrows of the past
but see life as beautiful and holy in our love for each other!

                               On the drive home we were blinded by the brightness of the sun.

We had to take another route.  A reminder to not let the unfulfilled dreams of the past blind us to the future.
 Dad has been reliving his career of hockey and the circumstances that pervented him from being on the Wesley's Junior Hockey Team.

All a part of the dance of life which is all good!