Races Like a Girl

My grandmother died a few days ago. She meant a lot to me. Here’s the obituary I wrote for her, with help from my mother and sister.

I’ve had work to do this week, but took a few hours yesterday to plant some new flowers in our garden and reflect on my grandmother’s life and what I think about love, life and death. I don’t often use the term “bittersweet,” but it has been apt in those moments.

I’m off to Iowa again soon for the funeral. As my sister said to me recently, “Mortality sucks.”

We both ran our best races ever in New Jersey on Sunday, and I’ll give a full report soon. But I came home to this bad news that afternoon and it’s overshadowed everything for the past few days.

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