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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Friday, September 18, 2009

POSTCARD FROM THE EDGE



Jack and Karma are our two dogs. Kristy loved them very much, especially Jack who was our rescue dog. When she was away they would both send emails to her. Here is one from Karma expressing her frustration over Jack (in the red sweater above):

KRISTY - HELP US. NOBODY WILL PLAY WITH US NOW THAT YOU ARE GONE. THEY KEEP US LOCKED UP IN THE HALLWAY ALL DAY. I CAN'T TELL YOU WHAT A PAIN IN THE BUTT THIS JACK IS. ALL HE DOES IS BITE MY ASS ALL DAY. HE NEEDS TO GET A LIFE.....SOME DAYS I JUST WANT TO KNOCK HIM THE HELL IN THE HEAD. YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN??

LIKE HE THINKS HE IS SOOOO CUTE. ALL HE DOES IS BITE THAT CRAZY WOMAN AND THE GUY ALL THE TIME. YOU KNOW THE ONES THAT LIVE HERE WITH US? YEAH, THOSE TWO. THE ONE WHO TALKS LIKE WE'RE BABIES ALL THE TIME. I HATE THAT SO MUCH. WHY DO YOU THINK I AM THROWING UP ALL THE TIME? ANYWAY, JACK JUST KISSES UP TO THEM ALL THE TIME SO HE GETS ALL THE TREATS AND STUFF. BUT GUESS WHAT! ALL THE POOP THEY FIND IN THE CORNER - LET'S JUST SAY ALL IS NOT AS IT SEEMS. REVENGE IS MINE KRISTY. I WILL GET THAT DIRTY JACK. HE CANNOT ESCAPE MY WRATH.....

NOW THAT I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION. WHAT ABOUT TREATS? HAVE YOU GIVEN ANY THOUGHT LATELY AS TO WHAT YOU ARE GOING TO BRING ME? MAKE SURE IT IS WAY BIGGER THAN WHAT YOU BRING THAT BRAT JACK. KNOW WHAT I MEAN? GIRL POWER AND ALL. AND MAYBE, JUST MAYBE I WON'T POOP IN YOUR ROOM.

SERIOUSLY - WE NEED A REAL REALITY CHECK HERE.

LET US OUT. WHAT AM I SAYING - LET ME OUT. (BLANK) JACK!
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2 comments:

  1. ajaxSeptember 18, 2009 at 7:42 AM

    Just the message to put a smile on ones face.
    I'm still reading and marveling at your progress. Kristy will always be part of your body and soul!
    Peace as always.Richard.

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  2. The Miller FamilyMarch 9, 2014 at 4:20 PM

    I laughed out loud at this! I can imagine our dogs talking too. I always talk to them like people. Some people...who will remain nameless...think that's crazy. I don't feel so crazy today. :)

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