The triathlon is finished, we had an awesome weekend with family. We talked, sang, laughed a lot and cried maybe just a little. All five of our race entrants finished the race with respectable times. It was amazing to watch them and to see their faces when the scope of their accomplishment hit home.
As mother and granny, I was bursting with pride and so touched to see them stand for a group picture with the bike that belonged to Jon, the missing member of their team. His loss did not stop them from completing what he had suggested months ago as a possibility. Jon's wife and daughters were there to cheer our guys--and gal (Haley also competed)--to the finish line.
Next year I think we'll have more family members in the race. I hope so. This was something we needed, time together to bind tighter the cords that hold us, to remember and to know that what we were doing was good for all of us.