As I drove down the Wendy’s hill to meet the girls to run, I thought of all the times I have biked or run this hill. Sherry and I used to meet at Fort Whoop up in the fall to run hill repeats on Fridays after work. She’s been on my mind lately, most likely because October was a month that we started to ease back into training after taking September off. Reminders have been popping up all over the place. My physiotherapist is in the same building as Master Feeds, I don’t ever pull into the parking lot for an appointment without thinking of Sherry. Driving into Cardston for the football game Friday, I could see her little yellow bug driving on the road just ahead of me and pulling to the shoulder every km or so while I finished a run off my bike while training for ironman. Waiting for me to finish with a Dairy Queen Cheeseburger and a pink popsicle ready for me. While I love these memories, they still make me sad, I’m not quite ready to see them and smile.
As quickly as my thoughts turned to Sherry driving down the Wendy’s hill and sadness entered my mind; they just as quickly turned to joy as we pulled into the parking lot at Fort Whoop Up to see Peggy’s car and Reese began to whine, knowing our running peeps were waiting for us.
I am so thankful to have good friends that bring me joy. That pick me up and carry me along.
I’m so thankful for Adam and our boys who put up with the pieces of me that have shattered and changed while learning to help me.
I’m so thankful for those of you that think of me, include me and keep me in your prayers.
Happy thanksgiving everyone, be thankful for your loved ones and hug them tight.