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I was talking with my mum earlier and she told me that my cross country and track coach died. He was only 41; he'd been battling cancer of the bone marrow for six years.
He was one of the greatest people I've had the honour of knowing.
I can honestly say I would not be who I am today if I hadn't known him. I was the crazy girl with asthma and no real talent, but I loved running, and he truly appreciated that. He believed in me when I didn't believe in myself. He was thrilled with every one of my triumphs and as frustrated as me at all my problems. He was a great friend, like a big brother, and he was one of my heroes.
I lost touch with him since moving away and I'm glad he's not in pain anymore, but I miss him so much. He was a wonderful person.
He was one of the greatest people I've had the honour of knowing.
I can honestly say I would not be who I am today if I hadn't known him. I was the crazy girl with asthma and no real talent, but I loved running, and he truly appreciated that. He believed in me when I didn't believe in myself. He was thrilled with every one of my triumphs and as frustrated as me at all my problems. He was a great friend, like a big brother, and he was one of my heroes.
I lost touch with him since moving away and I'm glad he's not in pain anymore, but I miss him so much. He was a wonderful person.