He was born 35 years ago, and I vividly remember the day my parents brought him home from the hospital. He did not stand a chance from that day on being the youngest of five and the only boy. We certainly did not make things easy for him, but I'd like to think we gave him enough love and attention from an early age that he still felt it when he packed up and moved thousands of miles away from us for a much needed respite!
It's been an emotional week for me. I love and hate days like today, when remembering is bittersweet. I really felt the sting of Jeff's death, knowing how difficult this week has been and what the coming days hold for his family and friends that knew him best. It's just so difficult to grasp. I had one of the best runs of my life on Sunday, yet have felt really off since then...more than just fatigue from a long run. I have felt an overwhelming sense of pride about my high school community who I believe really comes together in support at difficult times. Which leads me to a feeling of sadness being so far away and disconnected from the very thing that has brings such pride. A lot of ups and downs...it is what it is. Nothing else.
I am going to go out and do some cross-country skiing, a much safer alternative than downhill for a newbie skier like me who is trying not to blow out a knee five weeks before the marathon. I am going to embrace breathing in the clean, cold mountain air...thankful for the opportunity, reflective of this day and this week, and grateful for the good people in my life.
Happy birthday, John.
Be good. Be strong.