Gypsy and I
arrived at the next vet check at about the 93 mile marker with no Jonathan in
view. I told the veterinarian that Jonathan hadn’t caught up. He arranged a
search party and left looking for him. Shortly thereafter, somehow Jonathan
arrived. Again, we partnered up, completed the event, coming in first place.
Looking back, I remember being worried about Jonathan and wondered what I would
tell Tara about him being lost. Jonathan, I miss your humor.
About six
years ago, Jonathan had radiation and drug treatment for his cancer condition.
He lost a lot of weight that never came back. That treatment was just awful. I
remember visiting him during recovery, as we went out for a trail run. With his
cancer in remission, I looked forward to our phone conversations and visits. He
was the type of friend that asked how you were feeling; a person you would
confide in and expect his utmost attention and feedback. With open
communication, it’s easy to develop that special loving bond between males.
There was only one Jonathan. I miss you and am angry that you passed. However, Jonathan,
you are alive in my mind, and I have so many fond memories of you, dear friend.
PS
Jonathan, all you had to do was tell me that
you did not want to run next year’s 50 K. Okay, I’ll run it with Ethan and
Elijah
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