At the age of 82 my mother took up ballroom dancing. She had always loved to dance, but after my step-father passed away, she was hesitant to venture out as a single senior alone. Then the senior center in her home town opened an afternoon soiree three days a week for those who would enjoy getting together for a dance lesson or two followed by an hour of dancing. They met at noon for a potluck lunch and were out by three. That way they could venture home before rush hour and before it got dark.
Not long after my mother began attending she met a man who literally and figuratively swept her off her feet. At 87 he still loved to cut the rug. Immediately the two were smitten with each other and thus began a romance which lasted five years, until his death at the age of 92. They even won several awards in Ballroom Dancing events!
He was a lovely man and the light in my mother’s life. She only lived another two years, but she took with her a heart and soul full of lovely memories. And I wouldn’t be at all surprised to she and her beau are still dancing the Waltz, the Two-Step, and the Varsouviana up among the stars.