It's a snotty proposition

I like to walk, I love to hike. I do not like to run.

 A few years ago, I had a health scare that made me REALLY aware of my weight and what I was doing to my body. I started to walk again.  Because of where we live, I have a few specific routes I have that I'll walk.  If anything happens my people will have an idea of where I was.  

When Bugs moved out he decided to not take Amelia.  It wasn't in her best interest at that time to take her with him.  Not a problem she's been here since he got her for graduation.  Well.... She has become my walking partner.  We tend to go early in the morning.  Before it gets hot and I get involved with my day and talk myself out of it.  I was getting bored so I decided to kick it up a notch and start jogging.  I use that term VERY loosely.  But I've gone from walking a 20 minute mile to my best time of 14.30.  I'm pretty proud of that.  I usually walk a block, jog a block.  It's still a bit boring to me, the same routes all the time, but it is what I feel best doing. 

Well Smarty Pants Amelia has figured out the jogging part really well.  We missed a bunch of July for a host of reasons, but we were out of practice.  When I started back up in August, I didn't want to start out running.  So we just walked the first time out.  Amelia kept starting to jog at the streets.  She KNEW we were supposed to be jogging!  All this to say the dang dog has pressured me into a faster speed!  LOL  I still don't like running/jogging, but I love how I feel when I'm done. 

So back to my title, why does your nose run when you are jogging?  I googled it, that wasn't very helpful.  Oh well.  I will keep at it for my health and keep a tissue in my pocket. 

Peace

You must walk through it

 

Grief

Sometimes it just smacks you upside the head.  

I do not know how people who don't have a faith in God get through this. He is so much bigger than any pain I have.  You can't take a step around one small moment of it.  So just lean in on it and feel all the feelings when they come over you.  There have been days I haven't cried though.  I remember the first time I noticed I hadn't cried. I was amazed.  I didn't really think that would happen. I still miss the members of my family that are missing.  I don't know what the lesson here is, but I don't like it.  I don't have to like it, just get through it. I know God is going to make things clear eventually. I also want to feel the grief.  I miss my dad. I miss my sister. I miss my aunt.  Grief is because I love them.  

Aren't fingerprints amazing.  Each and every one of us on this planet earth have a different one.  They say that everyone has a doppelganger. When I was in high school, I was told that there was a girl who looked like me that went to school up North from where I lived.  It was a small town.  I don't remember ever seeing her but was told after away games and such that they had seen her.  BUT no matter how close we looked to each other.  My fingerprints are mine.  Hers are hers. It is rumored that we all have one.  Isn't that weird? Any way...  

I keep seeing things that remind me of my sister.  Facebook memories, crows, art or knickknacks that I know she would have loved.  I miss her. 

Since I started this post a while ago my husband's mom passed away. She was 106 years, 235 days old.  She had a very long life.  My heart hurts for him.  It has been a lot in the last 2 years.  My kids are hurting, one of them is so worried about his dad.  He said through tears, Mom, dad sounds so tired!  I know he was.  It was a really long week and a half.   He is trying so hard to get all the things done.  He isn't an only child but I'm sure it feels like it.  He isn't making decisions alone, but I know it feels like it. All I know how to help is to just love him and do what I can to make things easier.  Things happen, it's just life.  All we can do is try to keep up.  

I guess we just keep putting one foot in front of the other. 

Peace