It’s been 139 days since Mr. Bradley danced his last dance on earth. He died 139 days ago and upgraded his humble abode on earth for a home in heaven.
It’s been 139 days of:
Going here and there.
Buying this and that.
Saying yes and no.
Eating right or fast.
Roughly 3,336 hours of learning a different rhythm. The thought of him is never far. It’s a sweet sounding harmony uniquely tuned for my heart, mind and soul to recognize.
We have experienced many firsts in those 139 days. Nostalgia has become a familiar melody and a soothing companion. I remember the first time Mr. Bradley told me he loved me. It was outside, a sunny afternoon. I was a senior at San Pasqual High School, living in Escondido and he was a senior at San Diego State University, living in San Diego. He told me over the phone and in another language. He said it in Spanish. His love was bilingual. Te quiero. Two words. Eight characters. The sum of our love story.
I remember one of our first “solo” dates. It was a wedding. He was a maniac on the dance floor. Do you know what a dance circle is? Before I knew what was happening he was in the middle of one, doing a ridiculous and over the top breakdance move called the worm. I was wearing a royal blue and black pant suit with black platform heels and my hair was in an updo. He was wearing brown corduroy pants (with a black belt above the waist) and a black turtleneck sweater. He had lots of hair on his face and head.
I remember the first time we took dance lessons. I was tortured. He was elated. I wanted to follow the rules. He wanted to make his own rules. We were in a room with several other couples and he was clearly not following instructions. When I confronted him about his rhythmic waywardness, he smirked and quickly responded, “I dance to the beat of my own drum.” He sure did. My feet fell victim to his unassisted style.
I remember the weekend before his earthly departure. We were at a wedding. My brother married the love of his life 144 days ago on March 12, 2016. Mr. Bradley was a maniac on the dance floor again and for the last time on this earth. I took a video of him with a royal blue necktie wrapped around his bald head, dancing to the popular YMCA song. He enjoyed moving to whatever beat. It was at this wedding we experienced our last dance circle on earth. Our family was together and we danced the night away. I remembered he made it a point to dance with Grace at the wedding. Insert tears here…
It’s my 20 year high school reunion tomorrow night. I will be celebrating two things, 20 years of life after high school and 20 years of my bilingual love story.
Tomorrow night I have a choice to sit it out or dance.
Tomorrow night I will choose to dance.
This time I’ll be the maniac on the dance floor and I’m dancing like I’ve never danced before.
Two scripture verses I’ll be thinking about as I dance.
- Psalm 30:11: You have turned my mourning into joyful dancing. You have taken away my clothes of mourning and clothed me with joy.
- Ecclesiastes 3:4: A time to cry and a time to laugh. A time to grieve and a time to dance.
Soundtrack of my current journey and songs that will trigger instant dance parties in my heart, mind and soul.
- I Hope You Dance by Lee Ann Womack
- Oceans by Hillsong United
- Flashdance, Final Dance – What A Feeling by
- Save The Last Dance For Me by Michael Buble
- Dancing Queen by Abba
- Stayin’ Alive by Bee Gees
- Eye Of The Tiger by Survivor