I don't pretend to know how Adrian Peterson feels about losing his son to a violent act. I only know about losing a parent to a peaceful end. But I know about carrying on. I know about being sad and turning to my art like he is turning to his. I return to Washington on Monday and I will be back in rehearsal that day. Everyone keeps telling me to take time but that doesn't make sense to me. I have a show I need to be ready for and a body under the assult of stress and sadness. Dance makes me happy and it made my Dad happy. I don't want to take time away from that.
At Dad's memorial, the dance family I grew up with was there. My Dad was consistently a champion and steady presence to all of them. We laughed at all of the stories we remembered and the thought that Dad and our director, Gail, who died a few years ago are somewhere together badgering each other in the way they did. Neither of them would accept the excuse of sadness to miss dance so I won't either.
All of the pain and sadness I've ever felt as an adult has been eased by dance so this will be no different.
My heart hurts so badly for Adrian Peterson but I know about losing yourself in your craft and I hope he finds peace in his today.