Why am I running so much?  I hate running.  What am I running away from? Or to? Or where, or whom, or what?  Today I ran to the old church.

I ran to my old childhood schools.  I ran roads and bridle paths. I ran until I cried. Is that what I wanted?

Memory.

Am I running away from memory?

My baby’s name was Grace.  Her name was Grace Evangeline Somers.  And She lived.  And I loved her