It started with a run.
There was a moment while I was running around the bays of
Wellington, in the beautiful morning sun, looking out at the ocean, where I felt
exhilarated. That moment was the culmination of months of change and effort,
and it felt good. I felt almost peaceful. But when the world changes, it
changes fast, and mere hours later, I woke up to messages from my parents
telling me that not only had my gran been suddenly taken ill, she only had
hours to live.
