Aunt Martha died yesterday morning. I’m not really sure what to say beyond that. She was 97 and I’ve never met a women who was more loved. Visitors came in to say goodbye from all over the country. We have a huge family (she had great-great grandchildren) and she cared about all of us, no matter how indirectly related we all were. I love that I’ve had the chance to know my second cousin twice (?) removed.
Before she died, Aunt Martha told dad to read the 103 Psalm. I’m struggling to understand what she wanted us to take away from it, but it’s comforting to read it knowing it meant something to her.
Every day I was in Texas, I ran 2 miles in the morning. They felt like some of the fastest runs I’ve ever had (and most of them were). I think losing myself in my thoughts makes me faster. Yesterday my dad called to tell me she died as I was leaving for my MIT group run (thankfully only 3 miles). I went to my run because I didn’t know what else to do. I’m glad I went. Sometimes, life has to stay normal.
I promise I have some more exciting posts in the works. All of the illness and death the past week has really taken a lot out of me, but it is a new week and I’m ready to face the universe again.