Dance When You Can

Today, I said goodbye to a sweet lady and friend. I had the pleasure of working with her for about six years before she left the company to take care of her mother. She was amazing.

She loved to dance. In fact, if I remember correctly, she won a few ballroom dance competitions. In her home, I remember seeing pictures of her in full dance regalia, sequins and feathers and all. She was beautiful.

When I heard she'd died, all I could think of was that she finally was dancing with her beloved husband and sweet son.

Here's to Sylvia Holt! I know your dancing toes are as light as the clouds you're twirling on. Keep dancing, girlfriend!