And as I was waiting for the light to change, watching these women walk, I started to cry. I mean, not the little cute cry you do at weddings, no, this cry was like I was 5 years old and some mean man just stole my candy. See, my gramma lost her life to breast cancer, and I have two aunties currently fighting the battle. It's really rough in my family, yet I've done nothing. When I got back home, I googled to see which walk I encountered, it was the Susan G. Komen 3 day walk. I'm saying it now, almost out-loud, I'm walking the 3-day walk next year, if I have insurance (because you have to have insurance to register). I want to do this for every woman in my family (myself included), so that this disease doesn't take us away so prematurely.
Most of all, though...
I'm doing it for the woman who told me I could do anything, for the woman who flew around all around the country for every grandchild's graduation (kindergarten to college), for the woman who called me crying because she was too sick to come to my college graduation, for the woman whose strength I hope I've inherited, for the woman who was the backbone of our entire family, for the woman I will never get over; I'm doing it for you, gramma.
