佚名/Anonymous
Iamdancingwithmyfatheratmyparents’, andhehumsthetunetohimselfinasteady, , laughingandnoddingtotheotherdancers.
Wearethebestdancersonthefloor, .
IrememberwhenIwasalmostthreeandmyfathercamehomefromwork, , ,“She’sjustcaughttherhythmofthedance!Ourdinnercanwait.”Thenhesangout,“Rolloutthebarrel, let’shaveabarreloffun,”andIsangback,“Let’sgetthosebluesontherun.”
Wedancedthroughtheyears.OnenightwhenIwas15，lostinsomepainful, .“C’mon,”hesaid,“let’sgetthosebluesontherun.”
WhenIturnedawayfromhim, myfatherputhishandonmyshoulder, andIjumpedoutofthechairscreaming,“Don’ttouchme!Iamsickandtiredofdancingwithyou!”Isawthehurtonhisface, .
, andmyfatherwaitedupformeafterdances, , andIwouldwakehim, saying,“Ifyouweresotired, youshouldhavegonetobed.”
“No, no,”he’dsay,“Iwasjustwaitingforyou.”
Thenwe’dlockupthehouseandgotobed.
MyfatherwaitedupformethroughmyhighschoolandcollegeyearswhenIdancedmywayoutofhislife.
Shortlyaftermyfirstchildwasborn;mymothercalledtotellmemyfatherwasill.“Aheartproblem,”shesaid,“now, don’’.”
.“Thedoctorsaysit’sagoodexercise.
Yourememberhowyourfatherlovestodance.”
Yes, .
Whenmyfatherretired, wemendedourwaybacktogetheragain;, .
Asmyparents’50thanniversaryapproached, ,“Doyourememberthatnightyouwouldn’tdancewithhim?Boy, washemad?Icouldn’tbelievehe’dgetsomadaboutathinglikethat.I’llbetyouhaven’tdancedwithhimsince.”
Ididnottellhimhewasright.
Myyoungerbrotherpromisedtogettheband.“Makesuretheycanplaywaltzesandpolkas.”Itoldhim.
IdidnottellhimthatallIwantedtodowasdanceoncemorewithmyfather.
