Performing for my Dance Teacher’s Memorial

Today was a bittersweet memory. I flew home this weekend originally to attend my school’s last football game of the season and my trip happened to coincide with a practice for my dance teacher’s memorial and my trip home next week will be her actual memorials. I had originally bought two plane tickets home weeks before her passing and it just so worked out that I would be here in time for the rehearsal and her memorial. Funny how the universe works out, huh?

So today we danced in the new studio and I thought to myself, “How funny that even though I graduated, I still get a chance to dance in the new studio!” I felt extremely lucky. While we were (re)learning the dance, it felt like being in class all over again and I was waiting for Miss Yoko to walk and peer into the window.

It’s the strangest feeling knowing that we’re going to be performing the last dance she ever choreographed and it really felt like she was watching us again. I already know I’m going to be so sore tomorrow (I can already feel it setting in) but it feels great. I don’t know how else to put it other than I feel lucky that I have a chance to do this, pay tribute and do the thing I love and honor my late dance teacher. She’s always going to be my dance teacher and it’s something I’ll never forget.