by Shirley M. Flanagan
The lady in red gave a sense of vibrancy to the room. Her snow white hair, cut in a classic bob, added to the appeal of her appearance. Crossing the room, her regal elegance revealed her upbringing. A distinguished grey-haired gentleman met her at center floor. His quick smile widened as he extended his hand and took hers. They began to dance. Her red dress floated and swirled at every turn. "The Merry Widow" waltz! A fitting tune for this handsome couple. How was it possible that this lovely lady's life was to be cut short? Her nonchalant manner betrayed her fate.
Contemplating our interview together, I marvelled at the disguise she was mastering. Would I find this lady in red true to her role as Duchess of Sweden, or find simply a woman with humble values? As the waltz ended, I keenly sensed the mood and intensity of this moment.
My interview? What did it reveal? The lady in red was a true Duchess with maturity and grace, able to accept with dignity whatever the future held. As our interview concluded, she placed her hand on my arm, her eyes glistening with tears
The year passed quickly, and the Duchess succumbed to her illness. The vision of her wearing the red dress, dancing in the arms of the refined gentleman, will always remain in my memory. "The Duke and Duchess of Sweden," reminiscent of times past.
