Sunday, October 4, 2015
They danced that Sunday on their back porch unaware that the family had gathered to help them settle their affairs. They both needed full-time care and their home was falling apart around them. The children had come to tell them it was time to move, to be managed, somewhere smaller, but they were dancing. They were laughing as if their minds were full. The family couldn't fathom interrupting this sudden burst of love and energy. So they watched their parents dance; it was beautiful.