dancing queen

This morning I was instantly thrown back to a memory from 7 years ago when Dancing Queen by Abba started playing in my car:

I blasted the this song in the hospital room where my dad was receiving care and he started bobbing his head back and forth to the music with his eyes closed. The experience was a beautiful spark in an otherwise somber situation.

To fully appreciate this moment, it’s also worth noting that he was a generally reserved person who under most circumstances wouldn’t be dancing.

But this time, for whatever reason, me, the music, and him were in sync.

It is a gem of a memory that brings a smile to my face every time I think of it — it’s the kind memory we live to create and to remember.

We live in strange times where it feels like there are increasingly more and more things to be concerned about.

During times like these it’s useful to remember there are still bright spots to be discovered — the kind we choose to make with the people around us:

Sharing a beer under the moon, a spontaneous dance, a perfect dumb joke.