The Little Prince

It has been a few days since my last post.  My 34 year old cousin passed away unexpectedly leaving behind his lovely wife, two beautiful babies, his loving parents, and heartbroken older sister.  I posted about the restaurant he just opened this past spring.  He was a talented chef with the creativity of a true artist.  When tragedy strikes, it's easy to say, "Well, things happen for a reason."  In this case, I find no acceptable explanation.  He was too young.  His dream of owning a restaurant was just being realized.  He has a 3 year old daughter and 5 MONTH old son, both of whom were the center of his universe.  The only thing that brings me comfort is knowing he lived a happy life.  He was so positive.  He was one of those people who lit up a room.  You always knew when he was there and also, when he wasn't.  Family gatherings will never be the same.  At least in this modern world, his wife will be able to keep his spirit alive through the many family pictures and videos for his children.  He will never be forgotten.

My three runs since hearing the news on Saturday night have been somewhat therapeutic.  In times like these, I prefer to run without music.  I never run with music on September 11th.  The week after the Newtown shootings, I ran "quietly".  Reflecting and remembering while only listening to my footfalls and my breathing is like prayer.   Maybe it sounds corny or even self-absorbed (which I hope it's not), but I feel like these people whose lives have been cut short don't get to run anymore.  I will run for them.

Anyway, my cousin told me if I ever get into the New York City Marathon, he would be happy to cheer me on.  I have no doubt he will be watching.

"And when your sorrow is comforted (time soothes all sorrows) you will be content that you have known me. You will always be my friend. You will want to laugh with me. And you will sometimes open your window, so, for that pleasure... And your friends will be properly astonished to see you laughing as you look up to the sky! Then you will say to them, 'Yes, the stars always make me laugh.'"- Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

(This quote from the French classic is perfect in so many ways.  My cousin spoke French fluently.  French and Italian were his first languages before English.  He was born in Tuscany and spent his childhood on the beach in Sardegna.  He was a best friend to each of his friends, as is evidenced through the countless posts left on his and his wife's Facebook pages.  And he will forever be my aunt and uncle's Little Prince.)