"WE RUN FOR LOVE"

A funk drew a cloud over me since Monday. A +30yr memory occupied my psyche. I took to running, RUNNING HARD. At times at torrential paces. I asked friends for prayers and tore into the track and road. During my evening 6miler, the triviality of it ceased.
For years, running to Rin’s hill meant running by this white home (pictured). An elderly woman occupied the porch with her little Pug pooch. It would bark frantically at me while she told me the little guy meant no harm. Passing her brightened my run and provided encouragement just before taking on grueling intervals workouts up Rin’s Hill. Sometimes the sweet woman offered me a cookie or chocolate bar when my body dragged from the hard work out. 
Over the past months, I notice she wasn’t on her porch bench. She wasn’t out there today on a pleasurable evening. As I approached her home, her husband drove his tractor to the front of the home. I paused and waved for him to stop. 
“Beautiful Day,” I said, “I notice the Missus hasn’t been around”. 
The elderly man pleasantly smiled, “My wife… She died now 18 months back in January 2018.” 
I gently grabbed his arm and replied, “I am So Sorry My Friend.” 
He patted my hands in appreciation. “It was her time son…. You know, she thought the world of you. You were an inspiration to her with all that runnin’. She sure loved to watch you run.” 
I gently tightened my grip on his arm. “Thank You Sir. God Bless You.” His other hand continued patting my hands. I let go and smiled. Turn back to the Road. With a sigh and deep breath sped on my way.
My funk of previous days reared itself from memories five American Presidents past. Yet, just as inconsequential saw a woman on a porch waiving hello now passed away. The later put into context my what I must cherish; Those who care about me in the present. To be at peace with old spirits and Love what is in front of you. Especially when she gives you cookies. 😉