my first dance

My wedding day is a little bit of a blur. And it was a great day. But so many people and so much going on and so many moments that it is hard to remember them all clearly without the help of photographs.

But I totally remember my first dance as a bride.
And it wasn’t with my husband.
Or even my father, or brother.

I had quickly kicked off my heels and hid them underneath a table. Said my hellos and hugs and smiled until my face hurt. Someone ushered us through the buffet line and I piled my plate with hors d'oeuvres and headed to a table. But before I could pop a single shrimp in my mouth someone grabbed me firmly by the arm and pulled me onto the dance floor and into a jitterbug before I could protest.
It was my husband’s granddaddy.
A man I had only met about a few times and heard say about as many words. So I was a little surprised when he spun me around the dance floor.
Eventually that night I danced with my husband. And my dad. And probably even my brother.
But my first dance belonged to him.
And he spent the night dancing with anyone that would let him.

And after 91 years, we knew that he was fading. And on Wednesday, my husband got the call that he had finally breathed his last.
And so we ordered flowers and bought jackets and fedoras (because he rarely left the house without one) and packed our bags and went to say our goodbyes.

And we weren’t the only ones. Cars lined up and down the street and the little living room was packed. I know that his wife of over 65 years was full of grief, but she sure seemed to glow as her house filled up with her children and grandchildren and great grandchildren. And when I walked in my husband was looking at his military medals, and other grandkids tried on his hats and the picture albums came out of the bottom drawers. And I couldn’t help but think about how rare it is to get everyone in the same room.Weddings and funerals. Beginings and ends. Celebrations and rememberings.
And there was lots of remembering.

And the funeral was the next day with full military honors. Stories and hymns and flags folded. Tears shed and flowers scattered. With taps gently playing in the background. And it was sad and somber. But also a celebration. Of a life well lived. In surviving. From farmer to prisoner of war to great grandfather. His legacy filled the church and eventually back to his living room.

And children don’t understand sad or the somberness of the day. As soon as they shed their dress shoes, they were ready to play. They wrestled on the living room floor. They played London Bridges. They stole candy off the table. They played in the potting soil from the flowers. They chased dogs around the living room. And his bride, who had just hours earlier bravely hugged his flag to her chest, held little people’s hands and sang “Ring around the Rosie” each time Tess cried “again”. And that night, the same night he was buried, four of his great grandchildren sang silly songs and danced in his living room. And I’m sure that is exactly how he would have wanted it.





"There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens:
  a time to be born and a time to die,
  a time to plant and a time to uproot,  
  a time to weep and a time to laugh,
  a time to kill and a time to heal,
  a time to tear down and a time to build,
 a time to mourn and a time to dance,"   Ecclesiastes 3:1-4

8 comments:

Beth (and Eric) said...

"A time to mourn and a time to dance" Beautiful, Michelle.

Hyacynth said...

Such a beautiful tribute here ... to him, to seasons, to the Creator of it all. So beautiful. I'm sorry for your family's loss, Michelle. I pray you'll find comfort as you remember him well. And I know you'll remember him well just based on these words.

Alyssa said...

I love how bold he was to snatch you away from your husband and get the first dance with you! And I love how you've honored him here.

Kate said...

This is the gift of children, they keep us moving forward, they keep us singing and dancing. Though life is full of endings too.

Kristin said...

That is beautiful. Thank you for sharing such an inspiring story of the amazing family you are part of. I pray for healing for your family.

Young Mom said...

So special! This made me miss my Grandpa, we lost him last July and he also had the military funeral. It's still hard to believe that he's gone.

Ann Kroeker said...

I'm so sorry for this great loss, but I thank you for giving us this beautiful glimpse of his personality and energy! Your storytelling lovingly and creatively pays tribute.

Sharron said...

Oh, Michelle, how kind of you to offer this tribute to Daddy! He even talked about the passages of life and we are brought "full circle" through our families. He would have been honored by your words. Thank you. Sharron