The following entries (from beginning runner to half marathon finisher) represents a continuing journey of tremendous grief and sorrow, and of transformation - largely through the therapeutic power of running. The sorrow that has broken my heart open wide has in time allowed me to experience the beauty of being in the present moment. And of course, without the support of family and friends to guide me, I would not have made it this far.

If you have lost someone in your life, I offer these words and verse (some Kristy's, some mine and others) with the hope it may touch your heart and help you heal.
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Thursday, June 4, 2009

YET TO COME




Then
grief was cold and terrible
a heavy weight on the head
A lurking beast
ready to claim it's mark

Like a thousand needles
raining down without end
my shoulders too numb
to mount a defense

Now 
grief is an old coat
familiar yet unwanted
smelling of hopelessness
and tears yet to come

I still need you - Mom

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