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When things are low I try and remind myself that its the lows that bring the highs. Its death that brings life - and again.
Miss Peggy's daughters are in town for her memorial mass - two years. Its amazing dancing on a floor I've been on since I was two, that my Mom was on when she was two, and that my old teacher got her start on after dancing as a girl with my grandmother. As I sat watching the pointe students dance I looked around to see Peg's daughter (also named Peg) up front watching her class with her two sisters to the side at Miss Peggy's old desk. Mary's daughter was there with her own sweet, beautiful 8 month old. Generations of women dancing together - literally or figuratively. I'll have to go shower, put some pink on for Miss Peg, and read a bit before heading to 4:00 mass at St. Mary's. We'll have dinner at The Chateau afterward, of course!
I planted some pansy's today. I've wanted to anyway, but with the loss that's experienced, I wanted to contribute to growing. Out of Miss Peg's illness and eventual death at the hands of cancer came the use of the song "I hope you dance" as her symbol. We do that routine each Saturday, and it always, always causes both happiness and sadness in me. So strange! I looked down to see her great-granddaughter holding her little baby, wiping tears away. I sit here as I type this wiping my own.
A good friend is with his Mom who is fighting her own battle with cancer right now. I pray that she's as comfy as she can be, and that her family has strength, love and support to get through this trying time. And when its appropriate, I hope that they can try and think of the legacy and life that can really only come from loss. Ironic, isn't it?
Miss Peggy's daughters are in town for her memorial mass - two years. Its amazing dancing on a floor I've been on since I was two, that my Mom was on when she was two, and that my old teacher got her start on after dancing as a girl with my grandmother. As I sat watching the pointe students dance I looked around to see Peg's daughter (also named Peg) up front watching her class with her two sisters to the side at Miss Peggy's old desk. Mary's daughter was there with her own sweet, beautiful 8 month old. Generations of women dancing together - literally or figuratively. I'll have to go shower, put some pink on for Miss Peg, and read a bit before heading to 4:00 mass at St. Mary's. We'll have dinner at The Chateau afterward, of course!
I planted some pansy's today. I've wanted to anyway, but with the loss that's experienced, I wanted to contribute to growing. Out of Miss Peg's illness and eventual death at the hands of cancer came the use of the song "I hope you dance" as her symbol. We do that routine each Saturday, and it always, always causes both happiness and sadness in me. So strange! I looked down to see her great-granddaughter holding her little baby, wiping tears away. I sit here as I type this wiping my own.
A good friend is with his Mom who is fighting her own battle with cancer right now. I pray that she's as comfy as she can be, and that her family has strength, love and support to get through this trying time. And when its appropriate, I hope that they can try and think of the legacy and life that can really only come from loss. Ironic, isn't it?
