Several Months ago I decided to train to run a marathon. I'm great at setting goals but horrible at reaching them. So this time I was determined. I trained while at my Clinical then came to Florida and continued with the support of my family. Last Saturday I completed the 26.2 miles in just over 4 hours. Not record speed but not crawling either. Mom followed along my course providing water, encouragement and yes a little first aid. I was cruising the first 15 miles, feeling good and all the right songs came on my phone to keep me motivated. But by mile 19 my legs were rebelling. I caught a second wind at mile 21 but was really dragging myself the last 1.5 miles. Mom kept saying you can do this. I just moved my feet because that's the fastest way I was going to get this stupid thing over with. I remember asking myself why in the world I wanted to do this? But as I saw Mom standing at the finish line I couldn't help but feel so relieved and happy that I had made it but more than that I felt accomplished that I had finally met a goal.
Five days after that victory our house experienced yet another. Grandma Phyllis conquered this race we call life. Mom and I were in the room with her when somewhere in between breaths she rolled into the arms of eternity. Memories and emotions flooded my thoughts but the only words that came were, "You did it!" My little race Saturday is a sad comparison to the course she kept. I'm sure there were coasting miles, and ones where she plodded along only because that was all there was to do. I'm sure she had her cheering section following with encouragement, sustenance and maybe even a little first aid. But more than me she carried people along her route: loving, lifting, building, teaching, and smiling all the way. Her last miles were probably her hardest without Grandpa Bruce but She did it! Returning back to that God who gave her life and those who have gone before her. I am grateful to be loved by her and for all she was and is and will be. Thank Heaven for Eternal Families! Love you forever Grandma!
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| 2 Timothy 4:7 |
Several Months ago I decided to train to run a marathon. I'm great at setting goals but horrible at reaching them. So this time I was determined. I trained while at my Clinical then came to Florida and continued with the support of my family. Last Saturday I completed the 26.2 miles in just over 4 hours. Not record speed but not crawling either. Mom followed along my course providing water, encouragement and yes a little first aid. I was cruising the first 15 miles, feeling good and all the right songs came on my phone to keep me motivated. But by mile 19 my legs were rebelling. I caught a second wind at mile 21 but was really dragging myself the last 1.5 miles. Mom kept saying you can do this. I just moved my feet because that's the fastest way I was going to get this stupid thing over with. I remember asking myself why in the world I wanted to do this? But as I saw Mom standing at the finish line I couldn't help but feel so relieved and happy that I had made it but more than that I felt accomplished that I had finally met a goal. 
Five days after that victory our house experienced yet another. Grandma Phyllis conquered this race we call life. Mom and I were in the room with her when somewhere in between breaths she rolled into the arms of eternity. Memories and emotions flooded my thoughts but the only words that came were, "You did it!" My little race Saturday is a sad comparison to the course she kept. I'm sure there were coasting miles, and ones where she plodded along only because that was all there was to do. I'm sure she had her cheering section following with encouragement, sustenance and maybe even a little first aid. But more than me she carried people along her route: loving, lifting, building, teaching, and smiling all the way. Her last miles were probably her hardest without Grandpa Bruce but She did it! Returning back to that God who gave her life and those who have gone before her. I am grateful to be loved by her and for all she was and is and will be. Thank Heaven for Eternal Families! Love you forever Grandma!
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