It is just little over two months from today. It is practically here. I'm talking about the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer in which I will be participating this coming April 30. I anticipate this date with a mixture of excitement, dread, and sadness, as this year I only have her memory to walk for.
But most of all, I have an overwhelming feeling of disappointment. You see, even though I did reach the minimum fundraising goal to be able to participate that was, apparently, the end of it. Despite my efforts, there has been very little extra support, and I cannot help but to feel extremely let down. I had envisioned doubling that minimum amount, especially in light of our recent family loss. I figured our friends –her friends– would come through for one last show of support, and give to a worthy cause so that in a hopefully not so distant future, families won't have to suffer the loss of loved ones due to this disease anymore.
There are still two more months. Should I dare to hope?
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