My mom and Aunt

So I asked my mom and aunt to tell me what some of their memories were from the 60-mile walk. This is what they had to say:

Aunt: I must say I enjoyed walking with 2500 women of all shapes and sizes, ages, walks of life wearing hundreds of shades of pink and costumes. It was fun to listen to them talking, singing, cheering around us. I was overwhelmed by the generosity and hospitality of the community as they lined the sidewalks saying thank you and handing out food, water, stickers and lots of other stuff and then the crew that took such great care of us and made everything so fun. Finally, the closing ceremony was incredibly moving and wrapped the whole weekend up. Having you and your mom there was so special.

Mom: I have to say my most memorable moment was seeing your beautiful tear stained face as you walked with a relatively small group of survivors in the closing ceremony. It reminded me deeply why we did the walk!!! Thank goodness your aunt was there to hold me up or I am sure I would have chosen that moment to faint!

 

Other moments, the elderly lady at the Senior center standing there all dressed in pink waving and cheering us all on, you giving her a hug. The girl walking next to me said they all wondered if she would be there, she has stood in that same spot for the past 4 years cheering the walkers.

 

The melon men, the jeep guy.........these guys took time out of their lives, jobs, etc. to be there daily to do nothing but make us laugh, give us a smile, take pictures and cheer us onward. Very much appreciated. The two ladies who started each day with us and followed us along the way being at different spots every day, but all day clapping and cheering us on. The sun rise on Sunday at camp. The cheer we received when we walked into the hotel bar after day 2. The police officers who entertained us at lunch with music and prepared dances, how fun.

 

The kindness of an entire city that took time out of their busy lives to be there for us. The 5 deep crowd of people at the end who clapped, cheered, hugged, whistled and cried with us as we crossed into Petco.

 

The girl walking in front of us for her friend who had died 2 days before the race and the lady who was walking for her grand daughter who was diagnosed at the age of 10, who is now 15.