Letters.....

Heya Trent,

I know it's been a little bit since I've blogged you.  It's not that I don't think about you daily either.  Believe me, I wish that wasn't the case at times.  

I'm on a plane right now headed back home.   My Chicago tour is over.

During take off (the most dangerous part of any flight besides landing that is, my fave parts of flying FYI)  I started to think of how if this plane totally derailed I would be able to see you again.  Tho, at this juncture of time I'm not ready to hang it up.  I  can't say I've always felt like this since you left us 5  months ago, but luckily I have been strong enuf not to feed into that type of despair for more than a snippet of time.  

I ran our race.  Actually it was my race to begin with, but it soon became ours after you died. I know it was all me in the end, but during the 2-3hr training runs, runs where I could hardly breathe due to tears and just runs where motivation was lacking, there was always you in my head and heart.  You kept me going even tho I wanted to throw in the towel way prior to setting foot on Illinois soil.  

The race was a tuf one.  It was the toughest marathon I've done so far.   When I thought of bowing out you would pop into my head.  I knew no matter what, I HAD TO FINISH this race.  The race that I had started in my head before Jan 11', and the race I  decided to continue and train for after May 4th of this yr.  It just was and is.  I know you were on the course with me from the beginning, the ugly-ugly middle miles and the end. 

Thank you for hanging out with your mom on this journey of mine---ours.  

One day I will be able to wrap my arms around you again.  

Until then just be our angel from above.