I actually ran on the beach today. I moved back to live around family after Evan passed and Addi and I recently got our own home around them. It is an awesome little pad. Top floor of a duplex beach house. The beach is five houses down. And I actually went for a jog. On the beach. Of course this was a short affair, but nonetheless I did it. It ended with me laying in the sand listening to the waves, and who am I kidding that is how the majority of my time “jogging” went, but I did get my adrenaline pumping. I did think of Evan. And Addi. And I got sad, but then I got to thinking of the times Evan and I went jogging together.
There were that few of occasions, but man were they funny thinking back on them. Let’s just say that the first one was supposed to be an athletic date of sorts when we were still getting to know one another, I mean obviously since I went on a jog for a date (who does that), but he showed up with his two nephews and his niece’s boyfriend. I mean I don’t jog so this was a bit intimidating to begin with, let alone adding more people to it…and the second one was mostly me getting to stare at his physically fit form as I walked behind him until he took pity on me and turned us back to our apartment.
I actually wrote these memories in my journal, which I haven’t picked up since I sewed my fancy cover around Christmas. And by the time I was done writing them down I was smiling. Maybe I will try this elusive jogging again…
I am so tired of talking to his picture. I wish it were him. But, I know he is listening. I know what he would say in response. I know he is with me.