In 2012, my father was officially diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease. He started out with small tremors, but eventually the tremors and slow muscle movement overtook his daily activities. Tasks as simple as walking and going up the stairs became daunting. But one thing was certain, he never gave up. He never said “poor me.” He continued to work with the disease by joining an exercise group. He never stopped taking care of his 90-year-old mother. He looked forward to the days he played golf with an organization that rehabilitated people with disabilities. In October 2017, he passed from complications with Parkinson’s and diabetes. But just like my Dad, I’m not stopping to help raise awareness or funds for this terrible disease. Please consider donating. Any amount would be helpful!