My dad’s sister Diane died over ten years ago from cancer. I didn’t know her very well because we lived far apart and I was really young the few times I did get to meet her. From the stories my family tells and the memories that I do have of her I know that she was an incredible mom, daughter, wife, sister, aunt, and friend.
My mom’s sister Diane is another amazing person who battled breast cancer several years ago and has been in remission. Aunt Diane has always been the relative that remembers how to spell my name, remembers my birthday and age, knew what grade I was in, and what I was usually involved in.
I love them both and was proud to run with their name on my back. I also want to say how grateful I am for all my other relatives that have battled cancer. I think you are amazing and I love you. As for running and me, we’ve become more acquainted and I think there is a friendship just waiting to bloom.
All the girls before the race
Julie and Me
Here we are again ...
Showing the names of who we both ran for
The whole group ... we just added Ryan
p.s. Did everyone notice the hideously odd number I have?!? It was rough but I was able to run with it still. :)






