Showed up at the River Trail, turned on my Garmin, started running and never looked at the watch again. Spent the whole 10 miles thinking about Grandma, and all those Sunday dinners, and all the other family members I've lost. I'm lucky in that my parents are still alive and well; not every 47-year-old can say that, but I'm all out of grandparents now. The visitation was not easy last night. I know it's hard on my dad to finally lose his mom at age 69. And there's the family tension between the Merle/Brandy faction and Dad and Mom, with Robert on the fringes. Anyway, I just ran and remembered, and when I got back to the car, I'd averaged 9:00 on the dot. Now hit the showers and put on my suit and go to Bryant to join the family for the trip to Hot Springs. This will be Tyler's first funeral, and not sure how he'll handle it. | 