When I think about why I walk, I instantly think about my Papa. He lost his fight to Alzheimer’s in 2014, at age 63. I walk for him because he is no longer here to walk for himself, like he should be. He was the best farmer, friend and family man I could have ever wished to have in my life. I walk for him, to carry on his legacy, and to raise the necessary awareness on this horrible disease that he so badly wanted to end. I walk to share his story, which is also my story. Because I also walk for myself. I lost my grandpa shortly after turning 21. I had so much life left to live and to share with him. He won’t be around for some of the most important times in my life. He won’t get to watch me walk down the aisle, or hold his great-grandbabies who I know he would have loved with every piece of himself. I walk for my brothers, who don’t get to share their special moments with our Papa. I walk in hopes that someday this disease will not take these moments from anyone else. I walk for my grandma, who lost her life partner after only 39 years. I walk for my aunts and uncles, and my dad, who lost their dad way too soon. I walk for my cousins, some of who never got to meet him. I walk for all the cousins, everywhere. And for all the aunts and uncles, parents, grandparents, and siblings who have lost a loved one to Alzheimer’s. I walk for every single person that has been affected by this disease in any way. Most importantly, I walk to #endalz
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