It's been a long time and lots have changed since my last post. The biggest & most wonderful change is that Rob & I are anticipating our first baby July 1, 2007. This of course greatly affects me getting back into running at this point. I feel sad when I think about having a baby and my dad never getting to hold him or her, know him or her, play with him or her. It would have been such a wonderful thing for my heart (and for his heart as well I am sure). Then I get angry that he had to die...
So, I've decided that "running" with dad can be a metaphor as well as literal. Perhaps it always has been. Right now, during this period of my life, being newly pregnant for the first time, thinking about becoming a parent makes me think about my dad as a parent. He's gone, but perhaps becoming a parent myself will draw me closer to my dad in ways I never could have when he was alive.
