On what my mother would call a “bluebird day”, reminiscent of another one fifteen years ago, I ran today in memory of all that was lost on that terrible day.
As I ran, I thought about those that were lost, those left behind, and all the aftermath of that awful morning. I thought about where I was when it happened, and how I’ve marked Patriot’s Day ever since.
I ran a meter for each soul lost, and I ran some extra, because sometimes that’s what you need to do.
Hug your family today. Revel in your life. Thank God for your blessings. And thank Him for this great country.