A Hint of Dance – Excerpt from Part II When the Moon Dances – A Memoir of Becoming the Oldest Generation

… I spent most of the afternoon with Mom. The “classical” music concert downstairs was not what I expected. They played a kind of rock music on tape until a movement therapy instructor came. She put on light, almost classical, taped music and led the residents in movement. As the music flowed into her, Mom’s fingers began to tap to the rhythm, all she could do, all she could pull from her damaged body.

Then Mom started to lean forward, unsupported –a great and big improvement. I whispered in her ear, “Dance with your arms.” With her eyes still closed, her atrophied body subtly swayed with a hint of dance escaping its prison. …

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