Today, as soon as I woke up, I went on my usual 3 mile run to Safeway. I've run this route probably 30 times in the past year, but for some reason this morning felt really different. Since my grandpa's funeral yesterday, I feel like I've been noticing him everywhere: when all the grandchildren released balloons into the sky and they all drifted toward the beach, when the older gentleman sitting next to me on the plane made small talk (which my grandpa would have done, because he could make friends with anyone), and a million other little things that just let me know that he's here.
Usually during my runs I huff and puff and struggle to get through it. And while I certainly walked a good portion, I felt stronger than ever before. At my grandpa's service yesterday, a couple people talked about how steadfast he was in Alcoholics Anonymous. He was always good for inspiration, and would never hesitate to take a new sponsee or a midnight phone call begging for help. I know I was inspired by this steadfastness and diligence to the task at hand. My shadow may have depicted a sluggish pace, but as I ran, I felt stronger, taller, and more empowered than ever before.
As sad as I am to see my grandpa Nick go, I am forever grateful that he's now constantly by my side helping me navigate through life.
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