They danced together under the shade of the maples as they had done so often before.
Mom and Dad were such good dancers, but of course, they came from an era where dancing was a part of life. If you weren’t dancing, you weren’t living.
I reached out to touch their names and was confident that they spoke directly to my heart. “Happy anniversary, Mom and Dad.” I whispered. I was alone at the cemetery but yet, not alone.
They danced through life much like they danced on the dance floor – they were in harmony with one another. When one lead, the other followed and when one turned the other turned. That’s not to say that they didn’t sometimes step on the other person’s toes – but they were more often aware of the other person than not.
Today, in my mind, they danced together under the maples.
How did they do it? How did they stay married for such a long time? How did Dad survive for 18 months without his bride of, what was then, 62 years? They would have marked their 64th anniversary today. There would have been a party – a celebration – a dance.
The farm that they built together was half-field, half-forest. The field yielded raspberries and the forest yielded maple syrup. They worked together to produce a hobby-farm that thrived and where friends and family would always be made to feel welcome. Under the hot, blazing sun, they toiled to rid the gardens from bugs and weeds. But under the shade of the maples… they danced.
The life they built together was so entwined that it was difficult to see where one ended and the other began. They lived harmoniously – for the most part – always taking care of each other, supporting each other, dancing together.
And so, on this day, on this occasion, I wish Mom and Dad “this dance” today. Enjoy Glenn Millar’ Moonlight Serenade.(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6JQ0ifSjgAE)
Happy anniversary, Mom and Dad!