It’s sobering how the word cancer brings a fiercely busy, non-negotiable schedule to a very quick halt.
We all hope and pray cancer won’t come knocking at our door, but cancer doesn’t discriminate and doesn’t care if we’re too busy to deal with it.
On top of a busy life and full time work, single mum, Wendy must deal with her father’s illness. She’s not ready to accept her father’s mortality; especially not when he’s been the epitome of health and strength.
Grasping for answers she journeys inward using a familiar tool, writing, which has been her constant counsel throughout her life. A self-imposed 30-day deadline adds urgency for her to document ‘the stuff’ that plagues her thoughts and weighs heavily on her spirit. She’s yet to dance with her father at her wedding (since she’s never married) and this is a pill she cannot swallow. So she starts to dance with her father through her memories of his life and relationship with him.
The discovery of an ‘ordinary man’ who did every day things in extraordinary ways and thus contributed to his family, friends and community in profound ways helps her realize that a life well lived can and always will outshine the doom of death’s clutches.
Dances with my father is a heart-warming tribute to an ordinary yet remarkable man. A man who has passed on life’s great lessons to his headstrong daughter and whose greatest legacy to his loved ones is to live life his way, on his terms and without apology. It is a tender account of a father-daughter relationship with all its challenges and triumphs and ultimately bonded in a deep and respectful love.