My dad turned 93 this year. He has always been healthy. He was very active when he was younger; he loved mountain climbing, hiking and being outdoors in general. He also liked to eat right and I can’t ever remember a time when he was overweight. Whenever he gained a few pounds, he lost them right away.
Two weeks ago, he passed away peacefully in the Hospice room he had been staying in next door to his home in Northern Florida. He and my stepmom live in Jacksonville next to the Mayo Clinic, so he was always had the best care. Eleanor (my stepmom) had called me and warned me that his time was coming, so I prepared to fly out there at any time.
As soon as I heard, I booked a flight a couple days later and was there a few days. I was relieved I got to spend time with him when he was feeling better a couple years prior to this.
I was able to get a couple shorter runs in while I was there, but my marathon training has been shaken up a bit. Granted, it’s a good reason, and my head wasn’t in the right place to run for a little while, but I’m now trying to get back into it.
While in JAX, I got one decent 5-miler near the beach. It wasn’t as humid as a couple miles inland where Eleanor lives. I truly love the beach and am thinking about moving there in a couple years.
So, I said goodbye to my father and still think of him. He led a long and filled life. No regrets. He was a man’s man, but he loved the ladies too. He loved being in nature and exploring foreign countries. He taught me to love the outdoors, reading and the SF Giants.
Love you always Dad.