May 5, 1949: That’s the date my best friend was born.
July 17, 1984: That’s the date I was privileged and lucky enough to meet my best friend for the first time.
February 11, 2005:… the last day my best friend took a breath on this earthly world.
You see, little girls grow up loving their daddies with everything they have. They look to them to show them what a good man should be. My father was no exception to this. Amidst everything he went through in life, and everything he and I went through together in the short 20 years I knew him, he showed me what a kind, compassionate, loving father and human being should be.
Before my father was diagnosed with lymphoma, he had a plethora of other health issues. He lived every day in pain. But that did not stop him from putting smiles on other people’s faces; from helping others when they needed it – even if helping meant that he would suffer the physical consequences.
I learned much of what I know today from my best friend. And I know today he would be proud of the person I have become. That’s why I join the fight for a cure. I race in honor of and in memory of those who can no longer race; who can no longer fight to find a cure because instead they're fighting for their lives. Help me to help those who cannot.