Last night I prayed for my best friend’s sister-in-law who is dying of cancer. As I asked God to comfort her and her family something I hadn’t thought about in a very long time came to mind. About six years I had plans for a fun girls’ night out with my friend and her sister-in-law to see Dwight Yoakam in concert here in Nashville at the Ryman Auditorium. My friend had to cancel at the last minute. She was in the first few months of pregnancy and was experiencing horrible morning sickness so a night out at a concert was the last thing on her mind. I went to the concert with her sister-in-law and we danced. We hooped and hollared. We made fools out of ourselves as Dwight put on an incredible performance…in incredibly tight jeans. It made me smile. I thanked God for putting that positive image in my mind right before I closed my eyes and went to sleep.
Reading all the wonderful 9/11 tributes yesterday made me realize what an honor it is to remember those who have passed on by memorializing their lives and what made then unique….what made them smile…what made them dance.