Hi, my name is Celeste Edenloff and first off (as the tears began to form), I am a bawl baby. Second, I lost (the tears were flowing free now) my mom in March (chest hurt, tears were harder, words kind of got mumbled and my nose started to run) and I lost my dad in July. And, I am NOT okay. I was the youngest … Continue reading Admitting you need help
NOTE: The following is an opinion column that will be in the Friday, October 6 issue of the Echo Press. I am posting the original column here as the one in the paper is just a wee bit shorter. I think it was edited down by about 400 words. Thank goodness for online blogs that don’t have space restrictions! Lol. I hope you take the … Continue reading Getting through the forest of sorrow
Young people. Older people. Shorter people. Tall people. Skinnier people. Pleasingly plump people. Injured people. Elite athletic extremely fit people. One-legged people. Broken arm people. Asthmatic people. Cancer people. On-a-mission people. Fathers and daughters. Mothers and sons. Husbands and wives. Brothers. Sisters. Friends. Lovers. Family. Runners. Joggers. Walkers. Hobblers. The running community encompasses all kinds of people. And at races, you will see every kind there … Continue reading We came. We saw. My husband conquered.
WARNING: THIS POST CONTAINS A TON OF PHOTOS AND IS SUPER LONG! This was about half-way through my run yesterday. I had to stop by and visit my mom at St. Mary’s Cemetery. It hurt. I bawled my eyes out and that felt good. Really good. As I think about my mom today, I am going to share some random thoughts and lots of pictures from the … Continue reading Grief…
Even though I use writing as therapy, I don’t have too much to say yet (yes, it is still plenty!). I will. When the time is right. For now, my heart is too heavy and it feels like it was smashed to smithereens. I know it will heal, but I also know it is going to take time. Lots of time. I spoke at my … Continue reading She’s gone