I had the time of my life. In the movie theater watching Patrick Swayze. (Well, except for the time I took my mother.)

Terribly sad about Patrick Swayze.

Dirty Dancing. I paid to see that movie a 100 times or at least three. One time, I dragged mother with me.

Big mistake. She crossed her arms and mumbled disapproval within the first 30 seconds of the opening credits rolling against black and white images of intertwined bodies of dancing Catskill resort staffers.

He could dance. He was beautiful. But funny, I always adored Patrick Swayze not because he was amazing dancer, not because of his perfect physique, not because he stuck up for Baby.

Just because he was so beautiful. Period.

There was something so down to earth, so likable, so committed to his wife, so completely at piece with himself that was irresistable. So more than all that dancing — dancing that sometimes drifted into areas that were a little less dancing and a little more, well, a little more something else. More than anything, it was his inner beauty that so captivated me.

I pray for his wife and those who loved him so…and though my favorite performance he ever delivered was the SNL Chippendale dancer skit with Chris Farley, I shall dedicate this Music Monday to Patrick Swayze and

And, you know the rest. Have a great start to the week.