Phil took his hand-held pads and began to walk with his saunter-like slow stroll type pace. As he moved towards me, he took his right padded hand and put the tip of the pad to just under his nose. He carried his left padded hand and held it to his chest. Phil closed his eyes as he did all this simultaneously, and with his eyes almost looking like either a long held blink. Or what he thought I understood. But now he had to explain this me. It was just short of an eyeroll. Which I knew was not aimed at me. It was because even Phil hated the idea that people could be so ill-willed and callous, to someone that never aimed harm in their direction. Yet, he saw how I was perceived. He got it. Phil really did.
Completion of Humanness As we arrive to the completion of the first year without Norman, I had decided long before he'd passed that I would continue to do things certain things he liked yet could no longer do. I decided I would not take a day off of fitness. I would run at least for 500 days in a row. I began that in early 2020. I'd not be concerned with the distance I'd run. It was the very thing I convinced Norman and the thing that mattered to him, from the very first discussion we had August 11th, 1981, was fitness. I loved that he was a College Boy. He loved that I was a Marine. We tickled each other's soul with such admirations. Later fitness continued as an old discussion from 1994 ...getting outside and to run no matter what. I would say to him, "Run 200 meters, then 400 meters. If it doesn't feel good, stop. Turn around and walk back home and know you did your best. That is all you can ask of yourself." I said this, knowing he would get dow