Walking on a Wire

Got some sad news yesterday. Dan Peterson, a great guy from Beverly who we've known for years, died yesterday morning at the young age of 55. He was diagnosed with cancer several years and continued to run the Boston Marathon every year, even last year (his 24th consecutive) after he had his right arm amputated. He had every right to be angry, but he to the end he remained the most positive person you could imagine, always with a smile and a kind word. We saw him about a month ago when we took the girls out to breakfast at a local diner and he was in pretty rough shape, but still came over to say hi. Ironically, the Boston Globe published a nice feature about him in yesterday's paper; I only read it after hearing of his death. I'll miss seeing him around town. I first met him through the Beverly Y, where he and group of buddies would meet to go running every afternoon. The world's a little darker without him.