My friend Ginger worked in munitions for the Army, so naturally I nicknamed her “Bomb Munitions.” She could keep us all laughing, no matter what was going on. And if there was music playing, Ginger was already dancing.
Ginger taught me manners. She also gave me a spray for my linens made from flowers. I still think about that gift. It was such a Ginger thing to give somebody, something that made an ordinary part of the day a little nicer.
She cared for the people around her in those small, thoughtful ways. She was creative and free-spirited, and she shared that freedom, that laughter, and whatever else she had with everyone around her. You could be sitting on the couch watching her dance and feel every bit as much a part of the fun as she was.
Her stepdad played drums for the Bee Gees, which makes “You Should Be Dancing” feel like it was picked for her a long time ago.
This one’s to you, Ginger. Thanks for the manners, the flowers, and all the laughs. Turn it up.
“A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance.” Ecclesiastes 3:4
— JC
