I walked with my mom and dad in my first Race for the Cure in 1993. I was 14 years old. Today, 18 years later, I am walking with my husband and my two beautiful girls and and my mom is watching down on us from heaven.
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| The first race Jeff and I did together in 2009, Katie was just a little lime in mommy's tummy |
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| What I wore on my shirt the first year I walked with Jeff. |
So today is always a hard day for me because there are so many survivors at this even and I always think "why couldn't my mom have been one of those". But I know I can't think like that. And this year I am going to be sharing this experience with two little ones which puts a whole new perspective on the walk. This year I am not only walking in memory of my mom, but also in celebration of life and a new generation. I know in my heart a cure will be found and hopefully that means my girls will never have to worry about losing their mommy to breast cancer like I lost mine.
2 comments:
You are a beautiful young woman. I would be proud to be your mom and know that your mom is looking down with pride and love today. Wishing your mom had been a survivor is perfectly normal. You are doing the right thing and turning that wish into action. Enjoy the day making new memories with your girls. I will be thinking of you and praying for you. ((hugs))
I wish your mom could be here too. You carry on her legacy with such grace. I know she would be so proud of you.
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