Eleven years ago~

Wrapping my jacket around me, fending off the chill of the springtime air, I stared down at the track as members of the girls’ track team gathered. The sky was blue, yet the early April sun held little warmth. At least it wasn’t snowing, I thought, as I took in the greening grass. Trees were beginning to sprout blossoms and leaves.

Often Byron would arrange his schedule to attend Renee’s track meets. Today wasn’t one of those times. I ...