This blog entry is way overdue. Better late than never.
On 10/3, the Heart Association had its annual Heart Walk in Seattle. I decided to do it this year as a way to remember Jack and also for research into congenital heart defects. So, I had shirts made up with Jack's picture on them for me and the girls.
They closed down the Alaskan Way Viaduct for this. For those not familar with Seattle, it's a raised highway that runs past a lot of the Seattle waterfront. During the walk, the viaduct was wall-to-wall people. It was pretty cool to be a part of something so large.
We were able to meet up with our friends, Wyndi, Steven & Izzie, and walk with them. They made it so much easier. They helped look after Sarah, and even let her ride in Izzie's stroller for awhile, plus on their shoulders for a bit. Gabby did the whole thing in her stroller. I had some help pushing her along the way, but I did most of the walk pushing 26 plus pounds of kid on top of the walk.
Sarah & Izzie & Izzie's dad, Steven
The walk was a total of 5K. That's around 3.6 miles, I think. We did it in just over an hour. We had fun doing it, and I certainly got my exercise for the day! I raised just ofer $700 for the AHA, and a total of $1.1 million was raised in the Seattle area. My thanks to everyone who contributed and supported us in our efforts!
The 3 of us after the walk wearing our matching shirts
Dear Linda,
ReplyDeleteI send you heart-felt condolences. I'm assuming Jack Darkhand is James Alario. I met him 36 years ago at Camping Unlimited for the Mentally Retarded in Boulder Creek, California. He played the guitar, sang, and I can easily imagine how he uttered the "I was wrong" episode you described. He was quite the performer. Just the other day I was trying to remember the words to "Gypsy Rover," which was one of his favorite songs then. Speaking of songs, I remember his family as very musical. I was so taken by how they sat around the table after dinner singing ballads and folk songs with Jim and Joseph playing guitar and "the girls" on various percussion instruments. They were lovely people, and they produced a lovely son/brother.
I wish you strength. I feel for you as a widowed mother. I have two children and I can only imagine how such a loss must be magnified as it affects the three of you.
Sincerely,
Ruth Goldhor Chlebowski