Hi mom

The last few days have been full of upheavals and revelations.
We learned that a lovely relative of my husband's has terminal cancer. It's often said that cancer strikes the nicest people. I don't believe that (exclusively), but it's true in this case. S is warm and caring, and quick with a joke. I've only had the pleasure of her company a handful of times, at weddings, showers, and funerals, but she immediately made me feel welcome. I am filled with sadness.
On a rather different note, I finished the Egyptian dance class that I started in January. Yes. Thank goodness it's over, because I can't dance and it kept me out until 10:30 p.m. every Wednesday night. Unfortunately I had invested a pretty penny in a silk veil and a hip scarf covered in jingly coins, in the misguided belief that the right outfit can motivate me to do anything. I did attend faithfully, but as mentioned I can't dance.
While I should probably try to sell the veil and scarf, I'm inspired by a memory of my own mother dancing, a few short years ago. In those beautiful moments, before she realized that anyone was watching, she was breathtaking femininity and grace. Beautiful moments before cancer attacked and took her away. Could I ever be as graceful?
There's so much more I could write after the past few days... Among other things, my mother-in-law went into the ER, and came home the following night. She is recovering slowly. I miss my own mother terribly. I am angry.
Thankfully spring is coming. Yesterday a late afternoon walk in the park with my dear husband, son, and dog, lifted my spirits. There's joy in ice, snow, mud, and sunshine. I'll take son and dog out for more of the same this afternoon. And smile up at mom.