Mark had to fly to Sarasota last night (without notice) to handle some very difficult, uncomfortable business. As many of you know by now, today the doors to our former school have closed for good. Eviction has finally taken place and foreclosure on the business is soon to follow. It has been a miserable two years for us, filled with heartache and headaches. We have flown to Sarasota nine times since December in effort to help the school, re-negotiate terms to help the new owners through the hard times, and to handle legal issues (once it became clear that the fate of FLEX was something we couldn't fix.) We are so tired of feeling badly about things we can't control. We tried to hold off taking action(at our own detriment and personal expense) so they could have their recital, but when the new owners took the issue to bankruptcy court, they suddenly had to answer to a higher court - to a judge. Now, there can be no more lienency for broken promises or avoiding responsibilities.
They are only one week from their recital, so they can still have their show if they are as prepared as they should be at this point in the season. As for the dancers, well, we sold the building over a month ago to a former student, and there will be a new, fantastic dance school, patterned off ours, come fall. In respect to FLEX and their efforts to hold on until the end, we chose not to make this announcement, but now I think it is time. (I'll write about the exciting details tomorrow, but in the meantime, go visit
www.SRQdance.com for a sneak peak.)
But that is not what I am writing about at this time. The point is, I've been feeling really low all day. I can work up anger or disappointment, but mostly what I feel is intense sadness. It is compounded by the fact that one of us is here taking care of family responsibilities (with no notice to prepare to leave, I had no choice but to stay) and the other one is down there dealing with the grueling, poignantly sad, task of packing up our past alone. It is a very difficult time to be apart.
But just now, Neva came in and said, "Mom, there is some huge bug in the garage. It is buzzing, and flying around really fast. But, I'm thinking it may be a hummingbird. Only I've never seen one up close. Can you come look?"
Sure enough, a hummingbird was trapped, battering it's tiny body against the glass door. So I carefully cupped my hands around it and softly lowered it into Neva's hands. Then, I took a picture for her. This is how small a hummingbird is. Remember, this is in little Neva's petite hands. . .
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We only held it for a few moments, then we let it go. Neva marveled at how light it was, how delicate and small. She said, "It is like holding a puff of air."
I explained that sometimes, the best thing you can do for something very special is to let it go.
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I need to remember that today.