The race organizers sent each of us not only our bibs but also back signs on which we can write who we’re running for. I knew the moment I signed up who I would be commemorating—my friend Margaret, my grandfather and my Aunt P.
Margaret was one of my blogger buddies. We’re members of a wonderful book- and chocolate-crazed community called the CBs. Margaret chronicled her battle with cancer on her own blog as it was easier for her to communicate her progress to friends and loved ones that way as opposed to wasting her energy repeating herself ad nauseum. Then she would make her way on over to the Bar & Grill, the CBs’ home, and chat and laugh about anything and everything. Margaret passed away on October 31 at the age of 48. I was never fortunate enough to have met Margaret in person like some of the other CBs, so I run this race not only for Margaret, but those CBs who knew who better and feel her loss more deeply.
me and Grandpa back in the day
My mother’s father was the salt of the earth: a farmer, railroad worker, WWII vet, father of seven. He was a true southern gentleman who always held the door open for my grandmother. He put great thought into all his words and would speak in a slow
Aunt P kissing the Blarney stone in Ireland
Last but certainly not least, I am running this race for Aunt P, my mom’s eldest sister. She’s the one who got me into quilting. She even made me a quilt, the center square of which was taken from one of my grandpa’s shirts. Aunt P found out she had the latter stages of uterine cancer when she nearly hemmoraged while driving from
So on Saturday I’m going to run, I’m going to remember and most importantly I’m going to enjoy life. Because that’s what these three individuals have taught me and I want to prove to them that I was listening and have taken their lesson to heart.
Have a good weekend everyone.