Yesterday was the first time I went for a run since the day that time stood still. There was a part of me that felt that it was too soon. I felt I was being selfish for wanting this time for myself when there was so much to do and people who need me. However, running has always been my therapy. Anytime my heart has been broken, I have taken solace in my running. It comforts me, strengthens me, and helps me feel there are still areas in my life of which I have control. So, I laced up my shoes and hit the road. The first mile was hard. I reminisced, I cried, I struggled to put one foot in front of the other. As I kept running, the messages that my “dad” preached over the years started to fill my head. Messages about running a good race, pressing on despite the circumstances, being strong in the face of adversity, trusting God in all things, hard work, sacrifice, and the like. The more I ran, the more I realized and believed that this run was my best way of honoring him. For this is exactly what he would want for me and everyone else affected by his death. He would want us to press on, to keep dreaming, setting goals, and working to achieve them. That is the truth for anyone who has lost a loved one. Yes, we mourn, and yes we are broken-hearted. But we are still alive. And we must carry on. That is how we pay tribute to our loved ones who have passed on and strengthen our spirits.
Words from the Long Run 
I know what you mean Kim. I suffered a major heart attack June 2. Pastor McClure visited and prayed for me in the Cardiac ICU. I have survived a life threatening ordeal. Since hearing the news about Pastor McClure, I have had to battle a sense of guilt for living. Probably the PTS. And, I am even more confused why do some make it when others don’t. I don’t think “typical” theological answers to the “why question” suffice. I cannot wrap my head around this. But what I can do is celebrate the life and ministry of a man who deeply impacted my life. For that I am ever grateful.
Thank you for sharing, Dan. Today was a very fitting tribute and celebration of Dad’s life.