My Gramps finally passed away on Monday afternoon after a week in the hospital.
Despite my deep sadness, I feel at peace with letting him go as I got to say goodbye, give and get one last hug and kiss and help soothe him with Johnny Cash when the pain was too much.
I will miss him in many ways I cannot even begin to fathom now, but my focus moving forward is on my grandma. They were together for 62 years of marriage and her grief is on a level that I cannot begin to comprehend. As a result, my priority is being there for my grams, no matter what she needs.
I also plan on working to heal myself, too. This last week has taken a bit of a toll, but I know that, slowly but surely, I will be back in action really soon. I went to the gym for the first time since my gramps fell ill last night. I only ran a mile, but it was a meaningful one as it’s the first mile back to feeling healthy and normal again.
My goals for my upcoming races are no longer about PRs, rather they are about finishing and finishing strong, happy and injury free. I will race with thoughts of my grandpa, knowing he would’ve loved to see the finisher medals when I was done.
Take care, hug the ones you love most and run happy,