They never danced. At weddings and bars, theirs was a party of two—comfortable in some corner chatting and laughing—Gerlach style.

Once he was gone, the music kept playing and the invitations arriving.

Maybe not today, but someday she’ll dance the way she’s learned to laugh. Yes, she’s learned to laugh! No small feat, the way she was knocked down by his death.

I’ve witnessed a woman hearing the music of life, as if for the first time, as if it sings from the hole in her soul.

Someday—you just watch—her hips will begin to sway to an angel’s tune. And together, they’ll dance.