Last night while out relaxing (read: dancing – isn’t that how it always is?) at the Ranch, I received a phone call from my grandmother’s retirement home in Rockford. Since that was strange, I called back…and was told Gram had been sent to the hospital via 911 services due to chest pains and shortness of breath. Out Jeff & I raced to Rockford, hoping we wouldn’t be saying our final goodbyes.
Gram is ok; my dedicated daughters are keeping her company today as the doctors test everything to find out what’s up. But once again I was reminded of how fragile we are, and how short life can be. We never know when it will be our time. That of course doesn’t give us license to do whatever we want to do, whenever we want to do it, but it should encourage us to hit our “bucket lists” sooner than later.
I’m the gal who always wanted to dance but was afraid to try it, who agreed to not dance or go to movies for a year at one time in my life, who believed the poor, misguided soul who advised me to “never try country dancing; it’s addicting” – like it was an illegal drug. One day I decided to sign up for a dance class before life passed me by…and God smiled on me that day!
I smile on YOU every time I think about you or dance with you!! Thank you for dancing with me; I’m so blessed to have you all in my life!
See you on the dance floor – like tonight, at the Salvation Army!