Running for the angels

Today I ran for Josh – and obviously for Ella too.

His Mom is so brave. I ran with her in my heart.

I haven’t run for so long. I’ve done the odd walk recently, with the aim of picking it up and getting back to running, which I so love to do. But I’ve battled to find the energy.

I woke up this morning thinking of Kara, knowing how she would be feeling to run a 21km but also aware of how she would be feeling doing it for her boy #halfmarathonforjosh.

I would have liked to participate in the actual event at Kyalami Equestrian Park, but choosing not to go near anything horsey, I made the decision to do my own little run instead. So at about 3pm I put on my running shoes, plugged into my iPod, fished out the Garmin watch that I love to wear…and hit the road.

With music in my ears, my friend in my heart, and our babies on my mind, I ran. Slowly. Forward. Just for 5km.

I didn’t know Josh. I wish I had. I’ve heard so much about him.

I know that he and Ella are side by side, standing together, holding a trophy. I like to imagine them kicking back on fluffy white clouds, giggling at eachother’s jokes. She’ll show him how to ride a unicorn and he’ll take her for a spin on his bike. I know they are looking down on their mommies…sending us the love and strength we need to get through each day without them.

So much love.

Morning run...this was the last run Ellie and I did together. First run on our new route.
We stopped at the top of the hill and snapped a selfie.
No words can explain how much I miss this girl.

Same place. Different time. Different life. Different person.

...and this sweet girl at home.

Kara and her sweet girl.

East London. March 2016. Two months after Ella's accident.