I think of the times I danced with Mom. When we danced together at my sister's wedding, she was surprised to find me so light on my feet; lighter than she expected. We danced in my living room in an impromptu celebration when she was visiting me a few years ago and I got the phone call telling me that a breast lump was benign; neither of us had realized how worried we were until the relief of that call. And when I went to see her in the spring of 2004, after finding out she had terminal kidney cancer, we put our heads together and had a quiet little waltz in the living room one afternoon.