Sorrowful - Yet always rejoicing. Victor-ious!

This morning's run started off with tears - tears of sadness and yet of joy.  I cannot add to the story of Victor Watters.  My nephew Eric says it so well on his Facebook:

Prayers for strength go up for the Wat[t]ers family. I'd say R.I.P. but I know better than that. Victor isn't resting; he's dancing on the streets that are golden, where he can draw deep, full breaths of air without cancer slowly and painfully taxing his weakened body. There he awaits his loved ones and smiles down on them until they too take the journey home.

You can read about Victor and his family on their CaringBridge site
and in Ruben Rosario's column today

Childhood cancer - ewings sarcoma - not a leukemia or a lymphoma - won the battle, but Victor, through his Savior, claims the victory.  He fought the good fight, he finished the race strongly and I know he has heard the words - "Well done! Welcome home."

Cancer is cancer, it doesn't matter the cause. 

And so I run.