Last weekend someone I have come to know through blogging and twitter ran a marathon.
The day before this marathon she asked for running buddies, people who would take a mile and motivate her to get through it.
The fact that the eleventh mile was the start of the hill was not lost on me. It was the start of our hill as well. We hit bottom and the only thing we could do was push forward and hope to head uphill again.
She thanked me, but I don’t think Kelly realized how much I needed to thank her.
When we lost Hadley my biggest fear what that people would forget her.
Since so many never met her or held her, I feared that myself and my husband would be the only ones to remember her in the years to come.
I was wrong.
To think that someone I have never even met would carry my daughter’s memory with her as she pushed up that hill and soared ahead to mile 12 is more than I could ever ask for.
So when the race was over and I asked her how the hill was, she replied:
And I wasn’t surprised….
she had wings.
Thank you Kelly, for carrying my daughter with you.
140 characters could not do justice to what that day meant to me.
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