With great sadness I write today to let my followers know that the young boy, Hans, who is/was my inspiration for running my first 5K, entered Heaven yesterday.
As it was, I had my own little boy, Boo, at the doctor yesterday for a suspicious looking mole on his back. I thought of Hans all day and wondered how he was doing. This morning, I received the message that he has passed away.
I feel so selfish for my tears, my anger, my pain. I did not walk the path of cancer with Hans. His family and very close friends did. My tears, anger, and pain come from the sorrow that this family must feel, and the complete helplessness that I feel about not being able to do much after praying.
What do we pray for? A healing? A miracle? Understanding? Comfort? Heaven? When the pain is so great, do we pray for it all to just stop? I know I did with my Mom. But for a young boy? A boy of only 9 years? Sometimes, I just don't understand. But I do know this. Hans changed the hearts and lives of many, many people. He was the inspiration for me to run a 5K after a mere 5 weeks of running experience. He afforded me the opportunity to DO something WHILE praying. And he continues to provide this for me.
The family has asked that we pray for them. And if you are so inclined, please pray a Sorrowful Mystery of the Rosary. I am off to hug my babies.