I didn't even think of it when I registered.
Tomorrow is the Dirty Girl Mud Run. Have I told you that yet?
Yeah, yeah, I know I have.
What I didn't connect was how Dirty Girl proceeds go towards the National Breast Cancer Foundation.
And although it wasn't the beast that took her, my aunt, who passed away four years ago today, battled the beast of breast cancer and kicked the crap out of it.
And so I didn't even make the connection when I registered for tomorrow's race so many months ago.
That I'd be trudging through mud in honor of her, in a way. In her memory, a bit.
I knew it was coming. The anniversary. The reminder of loss.
I went on Facebook this morning and my mom had posted a picture of her. Them together. And I remembered. Remembered so much.
The battles. The moments. The memories.
I'm not in the mood to be sad. To trudge through that kind of muck.
I'm in the mood to remember her laugh.
Fighting to make her smile for the camera.
The way the needles moved as if attached to her fingers when she tried teaching me to knit.
Dancing in our living room.
Driving around with the 8-tracks playing. All the kids squished into the back of her car.
The Monster Mash.
Her whistle.
Watching her walk on my dad's back.
There are more. Some good, some bad. Some empty, now, with her gone.
She drove us crazy. There were so many things I never understood. Never will have the chance to, truly, really understand.
Maybe someday. Somewhere. I don't know.
I like to think so. Sort of, kind of.
I think that hoping so makes it easier. To recognize that it's life. It's how it works. We lose the people we love. It's just the way. Whose way? Just THE way. We can't control it. We can't fight it. We just have to go with it and process what we can when we can.
And remember. Always remember.
The good with the bad. Because those memories make us who we are.
And as we move forward we hope to create more good ones. Memories of smiles and laughter. Hopes that our family will continue to celebrate so much. Even in feeling sad we recognize the frustrations. The loss of connections. What time does to relationships. But the memories will always tie us together. We share them. Even if we never say it out loud to one another. Even if we never talk again. They're there. It's just how things work.
And so we move forward. With hope and with love.
Oh, Andrea. You've left me crying here at the computer. That was so beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI'm so happy you have the wonderful memories of your aunt, and so glad you will be doing the mud run tomorrow, making more memories and she will be a part of that, too.
I'll be thinking of you at the mud run tomorrow. I'll be thinking of this post for a long time to come. --Lisa
You captured memories in a poignant way.
ReplyDeleteIt hurts. We both feel it.
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Have fun at the mud run. It will be a great tribute to your aunt.
ReplyDeleteKick ass and take names, sis! I'll be thinking of you :)
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I wrote a piece about the connection between doing my taxes and my belated and my stepdad last week and one of the comments was how the taxes allowed me to be in the same room with my step father again in this surprising sort of way. I hope you had a great time at the rum - but also, I hope you were able to be in the same room with your aunt again by dong this run whose proceeds went to Breast Cancer. This was a lovely tribute to your aunt.
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry for your loss. But what a beautiful thing you did for her memory and for many others fighting the same battle. My best friend's mother died 8 years from breast cancer & wow--it's still hard for me to process sometimes. I was pretty close to her, having known her since I was a teenager. You wrote a sweet tribute to your aunt.
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful! What an amazing way to honor her.Sending you lots of love and hugs!
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