When I was four years old, I lost my (first) best friend. It was the day of my brother’s birthday party, and I was anxiously awaiting the arrival of my grandparents and Uncle Ron. I remember standing on the couch, looking out the window and waiting, waiting, waiting. The phone rang. My dad disappeared. I didn’t like what I could hear as he and my mom murmured in their bedroom. My Pappy Jack was gone. My dad’s inspiration and my best friend passed away suddenly (at a fairly young age) of a heart attack.
Fast forward 20 years and my dad suffered another loss due to heart issues. His best friend and “First Mate” of our boat, George, had endured a lot, but it was his time to go. Both losses were pretty sudden, and had a big impact on my life. Carpe Diem. Live it up, live like you don’t know what is coming tomorrow.
My father-in-law also has had heart issues. Greg and I have two uncles with heart issues. Young children are suffering, undergoing multiple surgeries to survive.
For these fighters, and in memory of those who have lost the battle, we will walk. We will fight. On November 3, Greg and I (and probably the kids) will be walking in the Pittsburgh Heart Walk, raising funds for the American Heart Association. You can support us by clicking on this bar here (or there’s one on the side). Please consider giving to the cause, or even walking with us (comment if you’d like more info). Don’t stop the fight.