This morning was a major red letter day for Boofuls and me.
At 8.30 this morning, for the first time in 5 months, we had a dance lesson with John. I was really quite nervous about seeing him again as I didn’t know what to expect.
You may or may not remember that he was taken seriously ill in December and on several occasions his family were told he had only a couple of hours to live. The doctors wanted to turn off his life support machine but relented in the face of furious opposition from his wife and dance partner. Shortly after that event the doctors said they could do no more for him and sent him home to die, “But expect him to die in the ambulance on the way.”
Against all odds John has fought his way back to health.
It was a thinner, frailer John who greeted us with warm hugs and kisses this morning – but it was still the same old John on the inside.
Just like the old times, we laughed, chatted and even occasionally did a bit of dancing for the hour we spent with him. he certainly hasn’t lost his sharp wit or teaching skills. It was blooming marvelous.
Happy days are here again!
Welcome back, John. We’ve missed you.