D58 – Powerless

Before the race, the weekend, my return to the UK, I was thinking about how to express thoughts from before, during, and after the race in a way people would understand. Recognise where I was coming from and maybe view things from my perspective. I actually looked forward to writing that post, share a bit of my crazy, though sensitive mind and what occupies the soul behind the eyes. Monday evening when I got home, I didn’t wanted to anymore. Other races will come, PBs achieved, voices lost, memories created, new friendship established, but thinking about myself, the race, and what exactly to express and share in that regard would have been selfish.

Within the beautiful community of inspirational, loving, and honest people I’m lucky enough to be a part of, we just lost one of our own. I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting him myself, unfortunately, but from what I have heard, seen, and read during the last few days, I truly believe he was one of a kind. Someone who with his own power could shine brighter than the sun on a burning summer day, make people smile by fully being himself, embracing the way he was and the love he shared with everyone crossing his path.

Please don’t get me wrong, I’m not trying to take anybody’s words here, nor preach or speak about who he was. I wouldn’t be able to, we never met. What I want is to be there for people who actually did, help them through this if I can, no matter what would be the helping hand.

Yesterday we united, Run Dem Crew, friends, and family to celebrate the life of this young man called Pace. And as silly as it might sound to you, I got very touched by what had happened to him and what was happening around me, thus the message spread couldn’t appear more clear. We must not forget to look after each other, be there for each other, and love each other, and always remember to talk if we feel lost. No matter how hard it might feel, let’s try get better as this together.

Gone to soon, but never to be forgotten. Pace, may you find peace and happiness wherever you are!

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