Grand parents

What was most frustrating in growing up, is realizing that my parents are getting old too.
At first I was so happy growing and having a family of my own and feeling independent and out of my parent's authorities. But as time goes by I wish I had spent more time in my parent's arms, I wish I enjoyed being protected by them. I wish they were stronger , younger, and having more energy. The worst part ever was when my Dad got very sick and became so weak and dependent. Seeing my "Hero" laying down on hospital's bed was breaking my heart.  How come this strong authoritarian mn be that weak that he lost all passion in life and in living? How could he just accept what is offered? Why he is not fighting and swearing? Why is he so quite?
I wanted to shake him and tell him get up and yell at them. Tell them to F*** off and get yourself up and leave now.
But he has no energy or will, he gave up to his illness and to this new condition.
As the days go by, he became older by age and younger by spirit, he' s now just like a baby, a simple thing can make him Happy and not aware as he used to be, but still smiling. He never skip a moment without telling me that he loves me, that he loves us all, that he find happiness in our presence.
I know that the days are counting down, and as much as it's shattering my heart, I like to cherish each and every moment with him.

Dancing

Dancing has always be part of me, part of my identity, since I was sooo young.
My earliest memory when I was 3 years old and everyone admires my belly dancing. Then I was fascinated by ballet and I looked forward to get older to be able to learn it and wear my "pointe" shoes. And my mother at the age of 7 enrolled me on my first ballet class.
Through my life I learnt ballet, caractère, merengue, salsa, cha cha... and many other type of dances.
As I grew up and became a mother I was withdrawn bit by bit from dancing, only dancing with friends, my kids at home, or sometimes even in the car, but never as I used before.
The past few months I was searching for my old self, the one who had alot of energy and power, and I seeked the help of a life coach, and through the process the first thing that brighted in my mind was "Dancing". I missed dancing, and the passion I had for it. I found out that dancing was not exhausting me, in the contrary, it was giving me the power to go on, to move forward in all the aspect of my life.
I hope that it's not late for me to resume dancing, and find out my old me again.