The last 24 hours have not been good (to say the least) last night for some reason (possibly that time of year) I was hit hard with the realisation that my Mum won't be here this Christmas and that on Christmas morning there wont be the usual home made sausage rolls ,coconut tarts etc and my special brew of coffee made by Mum and to say I didn't sleep well is an understatement.
Then this morning a guy who has been missing from our face book group for walking stick makers reappeared and told us about the loss of his beloved granddaughter, which as you can imagine did nothing to lighten my mood (Poor man and his family)
This afternoon I was scheduled to visit an old guy Frank, he was 86 last week.
Over recent years I have visited him on a professional basis every 6 weeks and we have become friends and quite fond of each other, I was looking forward to one of our chats over a coffee and a chance to wish him a merry Christmas as I wouldn't be seeing him again until the new year as he was visiting family.
I rang the doorbell and his Daughter answered the door which is unusual to say the least as A) she works and B) she lives many miles away.
You can possibly see where this is going, he's been diagnosed with lung cancer and there's nothing they can do only attempt to keep him comfortable.
I spent a couple of hours with him and we had coffee and chatted and pretended there wasn't an elephant in the room and as I came away we hugged and I told him I'll see him soon, he responded with remember what I told you I don't want flowers.
So I got home and thankfully it's a run day and I got into my gear and set off, 4.5 miles and I pounded every one of them and somewhere out at around 2 miles I started to sob and I ran even harder, by about 3.5 I'd calmed and finished my run at a steadier pace but with a heavy heart, so yes it is possible to sob and run
Sorry but I needed to unload!