First of all, I met so many widows today. If you are married, even if your husband sometimes drives you crazy(like Patt did occasionally-LOL), be VERY thankful. Many of them weren't even lung cancer widows; one woman's husband drowned and another died of a rare blood cancer. It also made me very sad to see only one or two people in the Survivors Tent. Not very many lung cancer patients last long with its 16% 5 year survival rate. Unexpected people were supportive of my walk; a first year English teacher I barely know who walked the whole way with Dad and me, a math teacher who is my bathroom buddy(we only see each other in the restroom and aren't really friends, although we exchange pleasantries), a couple whose daughter has Stage 4 lung cancer at the age of 36, and my lovely LDS neighbors. Many that I would have expected to show support by walking or donating didn't. I guess that's a message to me, although I didn't like how it made me feel. However, we got a gorgeous day on the Tacoma waterfront! My fellow Walking Widow and I had volunteered to stand on the stage while they read our stories; I felt fine about it until I had to deal with the awkwardness of trying not to cry, and of not knowing where to look when the organizer talked about Patt(and Joyce's husband Brad). I didn't take some of the photos I should have and never got one of our whole team, which was disappointing. I guess I'll have to be satisfied with the few pictures I took. And my radio interview turned out decently, in spite of my hoarse voice and a few too many "ums." :)
Joyce is such a kind and lovely person, but a bit too nice for me. I know that doesn't make any sense, does it? I am more of a cynic and (I think) more realistic. I found it odd that none of her three children showed up for the walk; if my daughters had been around, I'm 100% sure they would have participated.
The Stairs by Patt sweatshirt won! When I got up this morning, it's all that I wanted to wear--just to feel close to him. My dad humored me by putting on another of Patt's sweatshirts. I'm having a real issue getting rid of them.
I have the most wonderful (LDS) neighbors in the world; they may not support my coffee and beer drinking, but they are always there for me and I love them for it. Now it's off to skype with Alison(hopefully) and then do some reading(unless I'm exhausted-Mari still thinks 5 is a good time to get up, even on the weekends) Next weekend is my 40th high school reunion! I am OLD! And kind of nervous about how it will go since my life has changed so much since our 30th. :(