I'm not a runner - just a mom trying to deal with the death of her daughter. Kristy was a multi-talented woman and a professional athlete. Running helps me to feel her presence. And it offers a little peace. - Kristy's mom
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.
This haunting song reminds me of Kristy each time I hear it.
I have changed a few of the words to make it personal.
Hear the tune and watch the video.
My love is like footsteps in the snow, baby, I follow you everywhere you go, baby. The pain as light has come to wake you And you forever realize That you inspire the dreams that guide me baby.
You're a half a world away But in my mind I whisper every single word you say. And before I sleep at night I pray to you, my lucky star, my singing satellite.
You follow the winds that bring the cold, baby, You light a fire in my soul, baby. The lightest touch of feathers falling Your love may be invisible But you inspire the dreams that guide me, baby
You're a half a world away But in my mind I whisper every single word you say. And before I sleep at night I pray to you, my lucky star, my singing satellite.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JgfRqXmiimI
ReplyDeletethis one plays over and over