It was a beautiful morning. A little on the chilly side. Perfect October weather.
But I was a little nervous.
Getting up at 5am, I got my family ready, including my 4-year old, for an early appointment.
Not your everyday appointment. This one was on Saturday.
We put on our matching shirts.
We grabbed an oh-so-important bear.
I grabbed a hat that hadn’t been worn in almost 6 years.
Our appointment…….a walk for Mom.
A walk for the grandma she never knew.
The bear…….that was Mom’s, given to my 4-year old the morning of the race.
The hat…….that was Mom’s too.
She chose a baseball cap over her wig most days. I loved that.
Surprisingly, the anticipation of the event, and getting ready the morning of, was harder than the actual walk. I expected there to be tears shed….after all, my sister would be there, my nephew would be there, and yes, even my Dad and his second wife would be there. I fully expected tears.
There were none.
Well, okay, there might have been one moment where I got choked up. But only one.
The walk was positive. I saw no tears. The kids ran around. We chased after the kids.
In the end, I discovered that it really wasn’t about the walk. It wasn’t about the organization we walked for. It wasn’t even about raising the money we did.
In the end, it was about doing something together as a family to remember my mom.
We needed that.
I needed that.
(A huge thank you to Hanes for sponsoring my team by providing all the Team Shirts for our Susan G Komen Race for the Cure walk. Please visit Hanes to support the fight against breast cancer…for each virtual comfort package sent to someone, Hanes will donate $1 to the National Breast Cancer Foundation, Inc. (up to $25,000)).