I keep thinking about how I met my wife swing dancing.About how all my closest friends are swing dancers. About how both my grandmother and my mother were swing dancers. About how I just put up a photo album of my four year old with about 50 other swing dancers. About how I'm quite sure at least 1/5th of the baby boom generation back from WWII met swing dancing. About how I was sitting next to Tony and Auralie from Boston, and they too met swing dancing. About the countless hours I've spent studying Frankie's aerials footage frame by frame.
Man, the the list goes on and on..
Who would have ever thought one man could have made such an impact on so many people.
This may be our dance now, but it doesn't feel the same. It was a rough day for me today, perhaps it was just as rough for us all, but, I do feel blessed to have been able to attend and pay my respects to the man I believe is one of the most American of all Americans. Though the eulogy said the typical stuff about celebration of life and moving on, I sure feel like there's a huge hole that is not going to / can never be filled. He was just a normal guy. He wasn't even trying to be a legend, he wasn't trying to be the leader. I suppose that's what makes it all the more difficult for me personally.
Carol and I have decided to put up a picture in our new hallway with his picture, and inside the frame we're going to put the his granddaughter gave me today and the red white and blue ribbon they gave Carol. He will always be a part of my own family history.
My four year old son told me today he was up in heaven dancing with God now.