Last night, I returned to the contra dance at the Guiding Star Grange in Greenfield, the place where Rahima and I met and where she gave her "Save the Last Dance for Me" farewell dinner/dance/fundraiser on February 24. An article about that event appeared in the Friends of the Guiding Star Grange spring newsletter.
|Feb. 24, 2012 - photo by Roger Katz|
The hardest for me was the waltz, a dance that Rahima and I had always reserved for each other. In fact, the photograph shown here is my favorite of the evening. It shows us weeping while waltzing. It proved to be our last. We were immersed in deep love and loss, overflowing with gratitude for each other. I was amazed by her fortitude. Earlier I was uncertain that Rahima would make it to the event at all, let alone dance.
Last night it was good to be in the swirl of the dance again. I kept looking for Rahima in the line as was my habit. I didn't find her, but I did sense her presence—turning with delight. And the dance goes on.
What are your memories of the "Save the Last Dance for Me" party? Or of Rahima dancing?