Sometimes life just doesn't seem fair.
I hate that when I tell people I'm going to visit my parents I have to go to the cemetery. No one should have to do this.
My parents shouldn't be dead. They weren't old enough to die. Well at least in my books.
They should of lived to be in their 90's like my grandparents.
Instead God had other plans. Plans that sometime I just don't understand why?
My Dad died of a heart attack, he was 48 years old. I was 17 and it hurt not to have him in my adult life.
My Mom was healty, so we thought. She was 70 and so full of life.
When ever I get ready for a hundred I go to visit my parents. I know I don't have to, but it makes me feel better. I do it out of love, and respect.
I take my parents with me on each of my journeys.
God had other plans for them, so I must accept it. But it's hard.
My Mom was alive for my first 3 HURT 100's. And planned on going to HURT #4 with me but she passed away before then.
As I head out on the trails Saturday I can't predict what will happen. One thing I do know is my Parents, in Angel form will be by my side, guiding me to the finish line Sunday afternoon.
Friends please send me positive vibes.
Also make sure you tell your parents you love them.
I have no regrets my parents knew I loved them.