Beautiful and Terrible

This came up on my timeline this morning. I read it and it resonated with me. It made me smile but only for a split second. But then I remember. Almost a year ago to the day...I woke up to run Two Oceans and Russ was supposed to run with me. Everything was good . Except he was still feeling a bit nauseous and I suggested he not run this year. He agreed and graciously made me coffee and taxi-ed myself and my friends to the start line. He drove away with a farway look in his eyes - typical runner FOMO - pissed off that we could not do it together. Next year we said. Five days later we got the diagnosis. Five months later he was gone. I fight a silent battle. I have seen how quickly something amazing can fall apart. I have felt pain like I never believed possible. I have fought like a freaking beast to survive and (by the grace of God) even thrive. I am so afraid to be happy. I am afraid to look ahead and make plans. It scares the living s...