Grief is strange.  I don't like it.  It is weird.  The  thoughts, the what ifs. Wondering if my mom is ok, all the while knowing I really am not without her here.  But I'm learning to look for the silver linings in my waves of grief. Maybe you are, too?

As I sat watching the Hurricane unfold in Florida and remembering the effects of Hurricane Harvey just the week before and the earthquake in Mexico and Kim in Korea, my goodness this is a lot of bad I kept thinking to myself!  I started thinking, "What the heck God?!"  I mean my mom's Death hit me VERY hard and I was doubting God, but now this?   This has got to have a lot of believers doubting. 

I don't know what happens to me, but when the music comes on and I begin the steps, it's like I go into this other world.  It is very cathartic at times, very healing at other times, and just a full out party.  A party that I get to attend and forget what is happening around me.  

Last July, after a dance class I had just taken, my now mentor, Alana, approached me about teaching.  Her timing could not have been more perfect.  I JUMPED at the offer - and here's why.

If I could just hold my mom's hand one more time....