A prominent teacher of the dance style I studied for 8 years died today. Cancer.
I never met her. I closed the chapter of my life that involved this dance style earlier this year, ironically right before it became impossible to dance with others.
And yet I cry. I cried yesterday, hearing from a friend that she went into hospice. I cried today looking at videos of her dancing, knowing the joy she brought into the lives of everyone who was part of this dance.
She was the creative partner to the founder of the style. Everyone seemed to feel she would be the founder's successor.
It's strange, mourning someone you never met. And yet we do it for writers, singers, people who inspire us and made something good in this world.
I hope she is at peace.
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