&& bam.
just like that.
nothing else matters in the world.
petty little arguments disappear and become irrelevant
tiny little stresses disappear and are temporarily forgotten
and the only thing you can think about
is the sudden loss of a great man.
His name was Jack.
Jack Salter.
His age was 70 but he's had the spirit and motivation of a 20 year old.
He completed many, many marathons.
He had many hilarious and amazing stories.
His experience was unmatched.
He was loving and caring.
He had an amazing love for life.
&& Athletics
He really and truly believed in me.
He was there offering advice and support at the nationals i fell and DNF.
He was there offering support and pride the next nationals that i won.
The year after that was this year.
And for those who know me well, it was a hard nationals for me this year,
But he was amazed at my progression and in the midst of it all, through the stress, fear, failure.
He did something amazing.
He made me believe.
He made me proud.
He made me, me.
He always believed in me from the start.
Before i even believed in myself.
And for that i will always be thankful.
Im sorry i never let you know just how much i appreciated you.
But know, you meant the world to me.
You have been instrumental in my success.
I will never forget what you have done for me.
Thank you Jack.
I'm a firm believer in
everything that happens,
happens for a reason.
But the dangerous thing about believing that,
it hurts that much more,
when it doesnt.
RIP Jack Salter ♥
