Today was a great morning to run, unusually cool (low 70s) and overcast. I ran through Crestwood to the levee, ran down to the White Settlement bridge, back on the levee and up Hidden Road (last time up that beeotch of a hill!) and to Rivercrest. Since it's probably my last time on the golf course, and since the course is closed to golfers on Mondays, I decided to extend my time there and meander around for a few miles.
As I was running, my mind wandered to all the various people I've run with on the golf course over the years. Some of them I'm still close with, others I haven't seen in quite a while, but all of them were important people in my life at some point. Almost instinctively, I found myself offering up a prayer of thanks for each of these people and for everything they've meant to me. By the time I made it home I was bawling, which I'm sure provided some entertainment and/or confusion for the innocent passersby. No time for tears once I was home, as I had to get ready for the movers' arrival.
Age to age and heart to heart
Bound by grace and peace
Child of wonder, child of God
I'll remember you.