Welcome to the 2019 Memory Walk; we’ve been on this journey together now for TWENTY YEARS, since 1999.**
Which leads me to Prince (naturally!), who if you recall was heading into 2000, but partying like it was 1999. I looked up the lyrics, and discovered my story of how the 2018 Walk went down:I was dreamin' when I wrote this, forgive me if it goes astray
But when I woke up this mornin', could've sworn it was judgment day
The sky was all purple, there were people runnin' everywhere
Tryin' to run from the destruction, you know I didn't even care
Due to the horrific Camp Fire blazing some 200 miles from San Francisco, the air quality on Walk day was awful. Far fewer walkers attended than had registered, and the route—normally three miles—was limited to just one to protect us from exposure. Face masks were the accessory du jour.
Nevertheless we persisted, thousands of us.
I'm fortunate to be healthy enough that I could participate that day, and the feeling of accomplishment I experience at every Walk was amplified by my determination to make it through that otherworldly scene.
Determination is also what has pushed me to write pleas, send emails, gently cajole, and WALK for twenty years now. I'm determined to see the end of this scourge that stole my mom, Polly, from us—and while I hope it doesn't take twenty more years I'll keep doing this as best I can, for as long as it takes.
I hope you’re proud of yourselves for the role you've played, too, as we accomplish this milestone together!
Thank you, always. And jeez, I hope it’s sunny with blue skies on November 9th…
**Yes, it’s twenty years, not twenty-one. One year I went to visit my mom and missed the Walk.
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