Good Morning Girls!  I don't have time to write this mornimg, as I will be speaking at the funeral tomorrow and I have yet to prepare.   I just wanted you all to know I am doing fine.  I logged my first 3 miles on dad's treadmill yesterday.  The personal trainers had put an "out of service" sign on the treadmill dad used the most.  I was all bummed and then they said "oh, it's not broken....we were just saving it for you!".  It was awesome.  There were times while I was running that I would suddenly let out a cry that probably sounded like a wounded animal, but I didn't care.  There were people all over the Y that were holding back tears.
Different people would walk by and nod, or say how they were going to miss him.  Others would just pat the treadmill and encourage me to keep on going.  It was an experience I just can't explain.  To see how much my dad meant to them, and how they wanted to repay his love, by loving me.  I believe they found comfort in seeing me in the spot where dad usaully was- as opposed to an empty treadmill, or stranger in his spot.
I suddenly have a new desire to run.  I felt more with him there than anywhere else.  This could be the beginning of my marathon training....who knows.  All I do know is that God is good.  He mends broken hearts.  He is the one true source of hope.  Without Him I would be lost in the darkness.  Instead I am rejoicing in the light of His love.

Love you all-
Jen