3 years since we were in Berlin. It held promise. Inspired hope. It was the culmination of 6 months of hard work. Fundraising, training, blogging, interviews. A day we had been scared would never come.
He had hoped to run this marathon again, getting a place, deferring, now running in another sphere. I wonder if you can run there? In the place where things are made perfect, is there a need? Here, we have to keep moving. I sometimes imagine he is enjoying the stillness now offered to him.
The familiar streets bring the memories flooding back. I seek out the places we shared. I don’t want to hide from them. I absorb the emotions, this strange combination of joy and pain that is grief. I love that I can temember him here yet so desperately wish he was with me.
My eyes prickle and my heart stops.
Every red vest that rushes past me could be him. I seek them out automatically as my eyes scan the crowds. The thrill and the excitement of the race is a stark contrast to the calmness of the surrounding streets as I hurry to see her.
This friend who recognised him on a train. Who heard our story. Who understood. She runs for him, leaving behind the competitive spirit, stopping for photos, to hug, slowing to enjoy the sights. Breathing in the city and the weight of grief which equally slows and drives her.
I feel him, with a renewed devotion I never thought possible. How is it I can love him even more now his is not holding my hand? Now he isn’t here to recite the history he was so passionate about? How can someone be so fully present and absent simultaneously?
I don’t know how I feel. I take photos. Who will I show them to? This strange tour of places we visited in another life. Who else will understand? They exist as evidence of a broken heart, seeking out the places he might be.
But he isn’t in the cafe or the bar we drank in. He isn’t among the runners or waiting at the finish line. Yet somehow I always find him. He is in the quiet spaces that are deep in my heart. In the tranquil peace as I close my eyes and the runners rush by.