When Robert stopped running, he died. More precisely, he was gone in three days.
He had begun running in high school, and he ran every day for more than 70 years.
Robert couldn’t imagine not running. It was not just his priority. It was his purpose.
“I live to run,” he used to say.
But now he was ill and could run no more. He lay in his bed at home, where he wished to die.
Family members came to say goodbye. Robert looked at them curiously, as if they were faces in the crowd. He really didn’t know them.
He had begun running in high school, and he ran every day for more than 70 years.
Robert couldn’t imagine not running. It was not just his priority. It was his purpose.
“I live to run,” he used to say.
But now he was ill and could run no more. He lay in his bed at home, where he wished to die.
Family members came to say goodbye. Robert looked at them curiously, as if they were faces in the crowd. He really didn’t know them.
