Many years ago a woman made a dance for the little company she was a part of in Texas. The dance made it's way to me when I was 17. We called it the "sister dance" because in the beginning it was performed by Catherine, Micah and I. Over the years I would perform it with countless others.

Quite by chance, while I was in college I met a woman who knew the choreographer and jumped at the chance to gain permission to continue to use the dance. Permission was granted with the stipulation that I always credit her with the creation of the dance. I did every time.

The dance was, and continues to be timeless. Always moving, in any country, to any people, no matter who I was dancing with. I danced in dozens of locations in a half dozen countries. Any time my mother saw it, she cried. I lit it one time all in red. It was exquisite.

I found the choreographer on Facebook one day. I decided to write her and explain how her dance had traveled to many countries and been presented to countless individuals. She responded graciously, thanking me for the note. That was our only communication.

From time to time she came up in conversation. The dance world is small. The Christian dance world even smaller. I heard she was sick. Saw petitions on walls to pray for her. Silence for a while. And today, I saw that she had passed. So many posts dedicated to her. So much love expressed. So glad I said thank you.