On dancing

My body knew what it needed to get through the moment. There was something about simply moving to the music – thinking only about what it felt like – that 
was deeply healing. 
Alana Sheeren in: Picking Up the Pieces Guide

I don't need to look at the calendar: my body tells me exactly how many - or better, how few - days are left with the four of us. In the moment, there is good.
The closer the hospital date approaches though, the more the daily routine gets fuzed with sadness. Kenji's face shows. Big Brother's anger speaks for itself, and so do Little Brother's tantrums. My stomach cringes and cramps, yet the show must go on. And so we dance.

Four bodies move and are totally present while the music plays. "Dance hárd, everybody!", Big Brother is cheering us on. I suddenly remember how children are exemplars of the art of being: Big Brother is fully going for it and won't let himself be distracted. He makes the grooviest moves inspired by his cool papa who's dancing genes he has obviously inherited. 
Because Kenji is the best dancer of them all. When he takes me in his arms, moves his hips against mine and kisses me, I really swoon. Practicing single-minded attention has never been easier: dancing with the love of my life is instant healing.

You can download Alana's inspiring ebook for free here (as mentioned, I contributed to the Pick Up the Pieces Guide as well). Alana shows how grief can go hand in hand with growth, and that's pretty amazing!