The Dance

I was recently listening to this song by Garth Brooks.

The Dance.

It hit me HARD. 

"How could I have known you'd ever say goodbye..."

"I could have missed the pain, but then I'd have had to miss the dance."

"Now I'm glad I didn't know."

I've had a couple of people tell me that they are sorry and that they wish they could change everything for my children and I...

I don't.

I really don't.

Yes, we could have missed the pain (and the pain has been INTENSE).

But then we'd have had to miss the dance.

Michael,

I could not have known.

I couldn't have known you'd say goodbye because you couldn't withstand the light.

I couldn't have known you'd intentionally hurt my children the way you did.

I couldn't have known you'd try to wreck us.

Now, I'm so glad I didn't know.

Yes, we could have missed the pain.

The horrid pain.

The sadness, fear, anger, confusion, betrayal trauma...

But then we'd have had to miss the dance.

And I LOVE to dance.

Heidi

Looking back on the memory of
The dance we shared 'neath the stars above
For a moment all the world was right
How could I have known that you'd ever say goodbye

And now I'm glad I didn't know
The way it all would end, the way it all would go
Our lives are better left to chance
I could have missed the pain
But I'd have had to miss the dance

Holding you, I held everything
For a moment wasn't I the king
If I'd only known how the king would fall
Hey, who's to say, you know I might have changed it all

And now I'm glad I didn't know
The way it all would end, the way it all would go
Our lives are better left to chance
I could have missed the pain
But I'd have had to miss the dance

If our lives are better left to chance
Oh, our lives are better left to chance
Oh, our lives are better left to chance

I could have missed the pain
But I'd have had to miss the dance