Run for Bun

One of our longtime family friends wife was killed in a cycling accident last fall.  To call it tragic doesn't even do it justice.  It was, and still is, life altering for many, many people.  It put a lot of things in perspective for me and literally changed the way I try to live my life each day.  And the way I try to treat other people.  I still think about Bunny and her husband Luke and the 2 little girls she left behind.  Often.  And wonder how he is.  And how he has the courage to keep on living each day.  It's a kind of courage I hope I never ever have to see if I possess.  I'm fine not knowing if I have it.  Because life without Mike......well, to me, that's not life at all.  That's hell.

Bunny's family and friends organized a 5K benefit walk/run in her behalf.  And are using the money to make a memorial or a trail to honor her.  It was an event we wouldn't miss.  So we packed up the kids, and the strollers, and the blankets, and the snacks.  And we walked, very slowly, a 5K.  And Luke was there.  With a brave face and a shattered life.  And I thought several prayers for him that day.  One of which was the continued courage to keep getting out of bed each day after the initial shock and numbness wore off and everyone else went on living their lives.  

It's frustrating that it sometimes takes events like these to shake us to the core and make us realize how fragile life is and how blessed we truly are.  

God bless Luke, his girls, and the rocky roads they have ahead.