I was able to get out the door at 7 and watched as the sun rose over the valley from the shoreline trail. I will never get over, how the sun rises the day after a horrible tragedy-- indifferent to the suffering and seemingly end to our individual worlds. The year or so that Amanda and I ran together each morning was so important to me. It was when I was taking care of my invalid and clinically insane father the year he died. That was a lot of road therapy. We talked about everything important to two married women with small children and strange family histories. My morning runs will now be tinged with sadness for quite a while to come. Both Amanda and Derek ran, they were running together the morning he was hit by the car last week. It is incomprensible to me how much my friend's life is changed in just a few days. We are neither the author of our beginning or our ending which leaves us free to create the narrative in between.
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