Today was just a hard day. My husband's friend and employee lost his battle with mesothelioma on Christmas Eve and today he was laid to rest. This time last year he thought he had a bad cough. He was 36 years old. Watching parents bury a child, even an adult child, is one of the saddest things I've ever witnessed.
It was not a run day for me, and even if it had been, I'm sure I would've skipped it. I did manage 30 minutes on my spin bike. While spinning I watched the move Vegucated. Very eye-opening, and a topic for a whole different post.
Safe journey Greg. You will be missed.
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