I was cleaning up the wrapping paper, bows, and boxes today and was reminded to make sure I saved this box – that’s my mom’s writing.

…memories.

When I started running, Karen asked if I was going to get “one of those headlight things.”  My response, “Pffft, yeah right!”

I caved, got one, and really like it.

The Memory

See’s peanut brittle was one of my dad’s favorite Christmas time treats – a close second was old fashioned hard candy (that pretty much ending up sticking together in a single mass as the season progressed.)

I bought us a box the other day, kind of in remembrance.  Some of us used to get in trouble for eating most of “his” box.

Training Journal – 12/15/11:

• Current plan: 10K Training
  
• Today’s session: 5 mi Tempo Run
  
• Comments: Good run.  Stayed pretty much on tempo with the planned pace (±30 sec, though pacing was upside down from where it should be.)  There was a light drizzle so I gave my light wind/rain jacket a test.
  

A year ago, my dad and his wife died in a car accident. Then and now: it hurts.

A person I’d loved my entire lifetime and another I’d only known less than a year were tragically gone…

I’ve been and still am: angry, confused, bitter, regretful, sorrowful, apathetic, depressed, broken, … many things.

I’ve grappled with the knowledge that others have lost loved ones as well, often thinking to myself, “who am I to think that I am any different.”

I’ve asked “why?” too many times to count, knowing that I’ll never know the answer to that question this side of heaven – for we read:

“Now we see things imperfectly as in a cloudy mirror, but then we will see everything with perfect clarity. All that I know now is partial and incomplete, but then I will know everything completely, just as God now knows me completely.”

I Corinthians 13:12 (NLT)

I believe clarity will come…

…and yet, at the very moment it does, it probably won’t matter.

For, as the song Soon expresses:

I will be with One I love.
With unveiled face I’ll see Him.
There my soul will be satisfied.
Soon and very soon

Maranatha!

Contemplative post, but I found myself imagining what it felt like to hug my mom and dad this morning.

“Hug” is an understatement…we squeezed.

Never underestimate the power of a hug…

…or memories.