WARNING: Today's post may ramble - and might be emotional.
First some business - today I did 1.46 in 30 minutes. Slower than Tuesday - but I had other things on my mind as you'll soon see.
Thank you to all the commenters and posters on Tuesday - contrary to popular belief - I was still here too - just not posting a lot. As we get closer to Marathon Weekend - that'll change. Amanda - yes - I'll be there with you - celebrating!
Today is September 1.
And today is my dad's birthday. Or would have been. Or is. I honestly don't know which is proper. Or if it matters.
The fact is - he would have been 65 years old today.
And that got me thinking - he's been gone a year and a half now. He was only 63 years old when he died. It was too young. Too soon. Too early. And I look at my daughter and my heart breaks that he isn't here with her to see her grow.
I know that he sees her. I know he's with us.
But it's different. I mean - I can still talk to him - and do - but it's very one sided.
And of course - he shared with me some of the things I'd come to love as dearly as my own self through the years.
And whether he enjoyed it or not - he never let me think he was doing anything but having a great time.
And although I could talk about why it was too soon. And how weight affected him. And how I don't want to share his fate. And how I'm nowhere near half done with life at 33.....
Instead, for today at least, I choose to celebrate him. I choose to remember him.
And as I do every single day since February 25, 2010, I choose to miss him.