The Bench That Gave Me Hope

When my younger brother Scott passed away, I struggled to find the motivation to do anything. I was entering into my second year of college but I felt like I was constantly moving through a thick fog. I experienced everything so intensely yet I struggled to simply get out of bed. I felt like a walking zombie.

I avoided running into people I knew because they'd either heard that my brother passed away and wanted to tell me how sorry they were or I'd run into someone and have to answer their enthusiastic, "How was your summer!?!" with, "My brother died. So not the best. How about you?"  

Despite how hopeless I felt every moment of every day, there was something that used to bring me an ounce of happiness that I never thought I'd experience again. 



 It sounds trivial, but I used to grab a book or my journal and go to Disneyland by myself on the days that I felt especially grief stricken and devastated. Sometimes I'd bring a friend if I felt like I wanted company but I'd sit on the same bench and watch families stroll by laughing and enjoying their time together at the happiest place on earth. 

It wasn't until this past Monday morning, when I was on my way up to Disneyland to be with a woman I call my other Mom and my best friend, that I remembered the time I spent on my bench. This trip to Disneyland has been bittersweet because it was a last minute trip together before this woman who I call my other Mom starts chemotherapy for cancer. Something that was only just discovered a few days ago. 

Cancer is a difficult one. Having lost my brother, I refuse to grieve because we haven't lost her. She's still here. And it's easy to want to give in to the fear and sadness but why waste the time we have anticipating an outcome that hasn't happened? We're fighters. We've been through a hell of a lot together and I know that what will happen, already has.

We're here. We're happy. We're all together. 

Life is meant to be lived to the fullest, whatever that means to you each day. Sometimes that means getting out of bed and sitting on a bench crying until you can't cry anymore. Sometimes that means picking up and going on an adventure of a lifetime. As long as you're doing everything you possibly can with the people you love in the time you have, that's all that matters. 

Life is hard. Don't waste a single minute. Be sad. Be happy. Be grateful. Don't just survive, thrive. 

Fuck you cancer, you don't know who you're messing with. 

Until next time, #RunSelfieRepeat.  


Kelly Roberts

My name is Kelly Roberts and I am a 25 year old New York City resident. My story made headlines when I took selfies with hot guys “hottie hunting” my way through the NYC Half Marathon. My blog, is bursting with humor and personal stories that lend an insight into the world of running and lead you to believe that just about anyone, regardless of their fitness level, can and should fall in love with running. Though currently an avid runner, I never would have predicted I would run marathons. I was the kid who used to hide in the bushes or play dead to get out of running the mile in school. I HATED running. But running has given me a purpose. It’s shown me that I really am limitless. In the two years since I started running, I’ve run multiple half marathons, 10ks, and 5ks, and two full marathons. My mission is to inspire others to find the courage to say yes to themselves all the while making them laugh hysterically because laughing is the solution to everything.