Dance then, wherever you may be...

Dance, then, wherever you maybe,
I am the Lord of the Dance, said He,
And I'll lead you all, wherever you may be,
And I'll lead you all in the Dance, said He.

We sang this in church this morning. Yes, I went to the Easter service. I smiled at people. I listened to the readings, so familiar, and yet so out of reach. I sang the songs and hymns...except for the one that got too joyful in the Alleluia, Alleluia, He is Risen, All is Well, kind of way, and suddenly that stabbing pain is there, the missing part of me that is my mum and dad, and where are they, and I miss them, and how can I sing a joyful song? And then tears, which slide down my face, but I hide them well.

Then I managed to sing Lord of the Dance, a song I learned on the guitar, and sang in services in the 60s, it was a new song then, it broke the mould. Those words, 'wherever you may be..' Where are they? Are they dancing now? Are they just dancing somewhere else, somewhere I will be one day?

Laa and Mec come over for lunch, and after we play some Peter Kay videos on the laptop, and we laugh...and we eat chocolate, then they are gone, and I go and walk the dog in the evening sunshine, and fight back the always present tears.

David popped round after church with an Easter card, home produced with his photos of spring flowers on. I'm glad Laa and Mec are coming round, he says as he leaves, have a nice day. Oh yes, I'll have a nice day. Simple, isn't it?

Alleluia, He is Risen. I went to church. I said the words. But I didn't feel anything. People were pleased to see me. Hello, how are you? Smile. Fine, thank you. So simple. But I am still part of the Dance. And the dance must go on.