During this past Sunday’s 5-mile run, I had a short, fleeting thought. I just now realized that the thought I had is actually a recurring thought for me.
Sometimes I remember that Chris died and I become shocked because I realize that happened to me. It happened in my life. I’m the one who was left behind. When I feel that shock, my soul bottoms out.
Sometimes that shock can knock me into next Tuesday.
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