One Month... One Lifetime... Many Memories

It feels unreal that it's been a month since Paul passed away at Lake Wobegone Trail Marathon... very unreal... but it has... today marks one month.  And with Grandmas Marathon fast approaching, I'd like to share this poem, as Melby liked poems, even the bad ones I wrote, wait, no.. he didn't like those much!..

Luckily for all of us, I'm not sharing my poetry, this is written by Team R.E.D.'s Joe Ryan..

It started before the year was anew,

"on the 18th of June it is Grandma we'll do!"

We'll put in the training then do what it takes,

to plan out our trip to include potty breaks.

Although a long drive, from here to there,

Woo won't wear any underwear.

We'll all settle in, then grab some chow,

then watch Gilman race and all say, "Wow!"

With chat before bed 'till about 10:15,

there WILL be some talk about Vaseline.

Up in the morning, we'll get ourselves fed,

ride on a bus, watch a jet overhead.

We'll all wear new shirts from beginning to end,

these shirts will honor one hell of a friend.

Made up of qualifiers and Boston wannabees,

we'll run 'bout 4 hours then consume mass quantities.

Off to the beer tent, we all will roar,

inside we'll be kids in a candy store.

We'll take them by camera;

we'll take them by phone

We'll take lots of pictures that shouldn't be shown.

Yet throughout all the laughter, 
throughout all the fun,

not a soul will forget, we're still minus one.

Paul at Lace Up Against Breast Cancer Half Marathon - Team R.E.D. water station.