I didn’t know you Meg, but it is obvious from what I have read that you were a special person, an amazing mother, and a wonderful wife. You loved the Lord so I know you are in perfect peace now and running the streets of gold. But I also know that those who loved you are left here wondering if the pieces of their broken heart will ever be whole again. I’m not a runner anymore. I used to be. It was running that got me through the darkest times of my life. It was on a run that this silly little blog was born. It was my antidepressant and sanity. And the pain of running was always worth the rare, but rewarding runners high. I’m pretty sure those are some of the same reasons you loved to run too. I ran until my hip had a come to Jesus meeting with me and said, “Hey lady, I’m out of cartilage here. Stop running if you want to dance at your sons wedding.” So today I woke up from a nap and scrolled down FB. I saw all the wonderful posts about you and that today was run for Meg day. I was instantly overwhelmed and humbled by the thought that 2 years ago I was spared when I was hit by a drunk driver while riding my bike. Through my tears, I thought, get out from under your cozy blanket and go run for Meg. I thought, get up and run because you can and she can’t. I heard my sons’ cynicism saying, “Whats with all the races for charity. Why do I have to run 5 miles…can’t I just give my money and stay on the couch.” And I confess for a brief moment I thought, can’t I just stay right here in the comfort of my own home and pray for her husband and children, and for all of those who loved her and are suffocating with grief. Then I remembered what I tried to tell my boy before he put his headphones back in, “It’s more about what happens to the person running through the process than the money or the event, jerk face”. So I dug out my old running gear minus one long-lost glove and headed out the door to run for you and to allow myself to be changed by the process.
I will never understand why there is so much pain on this earth. Why such tragedies have to happen to those who least deserve it. It makes no sense that your precious children will forever have to feel your absence and why, like the most painful stitch that won’t go away and screams at you to quit, your husband will have to wake up everyday with an ache and an emptiness in his heart. Meg, that is who I thought about on my run; your beautiful children and your grieving husband, and all of those whose life is forever changed because of this tragedy. And how, like the sport that you loved so much demands, they are going to have to endure without you.
I know grief takes time. So much time. But I pray that one day, somehow, this becomes true for your family and friends. I’m confident you are whole now and without crack or blemish and in the presence of the Lord. I can’t imagine what it must be like to join that great cloud of witnesses. So while those who knew and loved you try to keep running the race set before them, I pray they take some comfort in knowing they have someone cheering just for them.
Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us Hebrews 12:1