Dance Until You Shatter Yourself.

I received a wonderful email from Dean's cousin. I needed this.  Here is what he told me:

Deb,

I told you I was going to send you a short story of something that happened with Dean in the past, as I honestly didn't think that I could tell it all the way through ,while I was talking with you, without getting a lump in my throat which would have prevented me from finishing the story.

So, here it is.

While attending the University of Nebraska, Dean and I ran in different circles, so we didn't see each other a lot.  But late one night when I was in my dorm room studying, Dean stopped by. Apparently he had just finished a date with you and stopped by my room immediately after.

Dean literally came dancing into my room, twirling and spreading his arms out like a ballerina.  As he twirled, dancing around the room, he started singing "I'm in Love!, I'm in Love!, I'm in Love!" He must of done this for several minutes.

I finally looked up from my studies and said to him, "no you're not, you're just drunk or crazy."

He was neither.

~ Rumi — with imagine do.            Dance Until You Shatter Yourself.


Now, I knew Dean a long time, for 43 years.  I can't seem to picture him doing this, but I am willing to suspend my disbelief and take these kind comments at face value. It is a lovely memory.