I should've run a marathon Saturday...my legs would feel better than they do now :) The descent on Lake Mountain trashed my quads to say the least. So, since it isn't high training time I'm going to sit back and let them heal. Also, my baby has been sick with a cough so I can't take him to the day care at the gym. Well, the perfect solution was me pushing him in the stroller around the track inside the gym. We were both happy and a good steady walk was about all my legs could handle anyway :) 60 min at a good pace. Then I got on the bike with him in the stroller next to me (the bikes are on the track, so I could get away with this!) and I chatted with and played with him as I read and cycled for 60 minutes. Then I stretched and we left. In the grocery store I called my friend to ask her to keep my Kindergartner for a few minutes for me until I got home and she told me that our friend whose son had been battling HLH for 2 years and gone through 2 bone marrow transplants and that we thought was on the improvement scale had passed away last night (Sunday). The rest of the day is a blur of emotion and tears (and oreo eating). I don't know what to say or how to make it better. I want to take all her pain away. I want her to feel whole again. I want her to feel peace. My heart is just broken for her. The gospel is amazing and healing, but sometimes it doesn't stop the pain we mortals feel at times like this. I can only hope and pray that she is able to let the Lord carry this burden and speak peace to her soul. Shoes I never want to walk in. I brought them a bunch of food and treats to eat lunch before they headed down to St George for arrangements. Both sides of the family are there and he will be interned at Veyo cemetery. It will be bitter sweet running by in October, bitter sweet. But, I'll always have that warrior in my heart! He was a true warrior that kid. Fought hard to the end and always had a smile for you. I don't know what more to say, my heart is broken and I just wish I could do more. Sometimes just listening and being a shoulder to cry on is good enough, but I still wish I could do more. No one should ever have to bury a child, no matter how old that child is. You just shouldn't have to do that.
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