Saturday, 9 October 2010

So sad

Only last year I saw him standing tall, commanding his land. The North Sea winds have carved thin lines in his tanned, sage face. A smile of approval spread on his lips when we chopped fire-wood for winter. A quiet man. A year on, illness spreading through his body, he is bed-bound. Struggling to stay alert.

Was so sad to hear about MGF's dad.

And still, when running today, and I feel horrible about it, all I could think about was my dad. Almost of the same age. We only meet once a year. What if he suffered the same misfortune?

PS 820km down. 180km to go.

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