Pink
Boobies
Ribbons
In Memory
In celebration
Survivor
thousands of people
All of these are things you will see at the Race for the Cure.
My family participates in this event each year in honor of my Grandma Dixie who passed away almost 10 years ago of Breast Cancer.
I was in fourth grade when it happened. She was diagnosed on September 10, 2001 (The day before the terrorist attacks) and died exactly a year later on September 10, 2002.
I remember not crying at her funeral because I was only in fourth grade and really didn't understand what had happened. All the grandkids sang at her funeral.
While doing this, I looked back on pictures and videos and was sad to say that after almost 10 years, I had forgotten what she really looked like.
Being one of the oldest grandkids on this side, I was able to spend a lot more time with her then the rest of my cousins. In fact a good chunk of them never even met her.
We had grandma days and made crafts.
She sang us songs and let us eat whatever we wanted.
She always had the best toys at her house. Like a ball pit and a hot tub.
Not to mention the place house, swings, sandbox and trampoline.
I miss her all the time and wish she would be here to watch me grow up and give me great advice like everyone always told me she had.
So every year since then, we have walked.
Each year we wear our In memory of Grandma Dixie shirts and join the thousands of other people who walk in memory, celebration, as a survivor or as a fighter.
It used to make me kind of mad to see the people walking in celebration of someone. That they were all there and did this race with a happy attitude.
Then I realize how different this race would be and I am grateful for how it turned out and that this race means so much to me now.
Now don't be confused when I say "race." Let me assure you that we by no means do this as a race. We are barely moving a lot of the time. We are notorious for finishing last. And I love that.
It doesn't matter how fast you do it. Just do it.
I was in fourth grade when it happened. She was diagnosed on September 10, 2001 (The day before the terrorist attacks) and died exactly a year later on September 10, 2002.
I remember not crying at her funeral because I was only in fourth grade and really didn't understand what had happened. All the grandkids sang at her funeral.
While doing this, I looked back on pictures and videos and was sad to say that after almost 10 years, I had forgotten what she really looked like.
Being one of the oldest grandkids on this side, I was able to spend a lot more time with her then the rest of my cousins. In fact a good chunk of them never even met her.
We had grandma days and made crafts.
She sang us songs and let us eat whatever we wanted.
She always had the best toys at her house. Like a ball pit and a hot tub.
Not to mention the place house, swings, sandbox and trampoline.
I miss her all the time and wish she would be here to watch me grow up and give me great advice like everyone always told me she had.
So every year since then, we have walked.
Each year we wear our In memory of Grandma Dixie shirts and join the thousands of other people who walk in memory, celebration, as a survivor or as a fighter.
It used to make me kind of mad to see the people walking in celebration of someone. That they were all there and did this race with a happy attitude.
Then I realize how different this race would be and I am grateful for how it turned out and that this race means so much to me now.
Now don't be confused when I say "race." Let me assure you that we by no means do this as a race. We are barely moving a lot of the time. We are notorious for finishing last. And I love that.
It doesn't matter how fast you do it. Just do it.
These two are some of the cousins that never met Grandma and Tucker kept asking,
"Mama what are we doing? Where are we walking?"
One day they will understand but for now they support it anyways.
Since I was home babysitting it was just me and the boys that represented for the Goaslind's this year.
The the adults, the kids and husband too.
We all have a good time and even though they changed the route this year it was still fun, short cut and all. I can't wait to do it again next year and each year after that. I missed being able to do this during high school since it always fell on a choir festival day.
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