Share via: More As soon as 2 days after Charles’ suicide in June 2015, I went for my morning run. Numb and shocked, carrying the weight of grief in every limb, I forged out on the trail to find relief. Yes, I was a mess. No I didn’t want to go. But I did. Good God this … Continue reading The grieving runner
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