A Day for Treva

Saturday marked my 10th time walking in the Komen Race for the Cure. I've walked in every one since mama died in 1998. I have been so amazed every year at how many people are affected by it and how proud people are to be survivors. I regret that my mom never saw that. When she died, she was ashamed and people didn't talk about breast cancer like they do now. I wished that she could have lived long enough for us all to rally around her and for us to show our support for her.
Although she wasn't there we did go out to support her yesterday. Dad and Allyson were there at 4:30am to help blow up the 3500 balloons for the survivors to release. 14,000 participants came out to help walk for a cure. Charlotte alone raised over 1 million dollars. I took a picture of one leg of the race. It was amazing! Braxton did incredible. We had to get him up 15 minutes earlier than we do on a school day and he just popped out of bed. It was almost as if he knew the cause. He was a real trooper and at one point even got out of the stroller and held my hand and walked alongside me.
I know Treva was watching. I know she was proud.