the winter of 2001 I received a letter from a girl who was a dance instructor.
Her very close friend of more than 28 years was due to have surgery to amputate
her leg due to Diabetes. She was very upset as to how to best help her friend
through this tragedy.
We had a growing
friendship through email and phone calls. I helped her to understand some things
about amputees, and she shared her world of dance with me. I was trying to help
her to understand some of what her friend was about to go through, things they
may not have thought of.
One night, in her
studio, her friend met her at the dance studio. They cancelled the dance classes
and had the studio all to themselves. They played their favorite music and
danced....the last time the two of them would ever dance together.
When the night ended,
the girl returned home and wrote me a letter of their night.....she even told me
of their past dance shows they performed together. I knew she was very
upset, and I was very moved by her letter.
When we finished
writing for the evening, I composed a poem, in order to preserve their last
dance together. I printed it out on special paper and sent it to her, to be
framed and hung in her dance studio. I used the majority of the things she had
written to me in her letter. She was touched by the poem, but never got a chance
to share it with her friend.
Her friend did not
handle the situation of her amputation very well....and within a short time
after her surgery, took her own life. My heart goes out to all those who loved