Heading Back

I am going back to Scotland on Monday for the absolute worst of reasons.  You know eventually you will lose people but when it actually happens it's shockingly hard to accept.  We have not lost my Dad yet but it's close.  I'm not prepared at all for what I'll find, how could anyone be?  This past month has been like getting punched in the face over and over and over again. It helps me to write about things, to put them in order and make sense where it seems at first there isn't any but I'm numb and my thoughts are all over the place.

Update - we didn't make it in time he passed away on Sunday morning (Saturday night Canada time).  Shit.

I'm going to leave one of my favourite pictures here, I'll always be glad we were able to complete a race together.