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In Loving Memory

July 23, 2010

As I ran tonight I didn’t think about my triumphant return to running or the cool breeze on my skin. No I was flooded with memories of my grandfather. Henry was a strong, intelligent man with a competitive spirit and a splendid sense of humour.  As I passed the apartment that he had lived in over ten years ago I wept as I remembered times I visited as a child. It was there at age seven that I named my puppy ‘Mooky’ in honour of my grandpa’s favourite baseball player. I composed myself and continued on. I averted my gaze as I passed the hospital where he lost his 30 year battle with heart disease this past Thursday. Usually running gives me time to be alone with my thoughts but that may not be a good thing for now.


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