So- here I am at my parents’ house, which is wonderful. We have been busy, and it is so nice to be with them. My sister is here so we are really having a good visit. I got up yesterday morning and ran in the pasture on the farm where their house is. It is only a little over 2 miles, but it is beautiful and I love to run here. The year after I lost R, while training for the New Orleans Marathon, I ran in this pasture every time I visited my parents. I also ran the streets of the little town where they live in Central Texas. I ran up the hill on their property and looked off in the horizon– I prayed and thanked God for my life. I would never have wanted to lose R the way that I have, but this is what has happened in my life. I hope to make R proud my how I live the rest of my life and honor him in some way.
R is buried right by my wonderful grandfather. Two wonderful men who loved each other very much!! My grandfather was a veteran so the boy scouts put a flag on his grave today.