Saturday, June 25, 2011

Memorial Day

Merlin and I signed up for the Memorial 10K with some friends. About a week before the race we were sitting on mom & dad's porch talking about the upcoming race. I was complaining and was trying to figure out why I signed up and said,
"I don't even like to run. What was I thinking?"
My dad said to me, "I wish I could run." I felt like the biggest loser, complaining about running for "fun" when my dad is sitting next to me in his wheelchair unable to walk. I said, "Okay Dad, I will run it for you."
On May 28th I ran/walked 6.2 miles. This is the farthest I have even run in my life! As soon as the race was over, and I could move again, I called my Dad and told him that I finished the race! He was so proud of me. Little did I know, that in eight short days, he would be gone.
I miss my Dad.
He was my biggest supporter.
He was a great Dad.

1 comment:

Head Nurse or Patient- you be the judge said...

Both of our dads would have given much to be able to even walk a 10k-

I am glad you don't have that regret- I have one that on the night before my dad's accident- I didn't stop by the house on my way home when my mom told me to- I went home to my hubby and baby instead- but if I got a do-over- that is the first one I would pick to totally do over.

Good job- I hate to run and I don't. I will walk though.