Thank you

There are times in one’s life when your perspective can be given a gentle nudge. A push that reminds you you are part of something bigger in the world. It can be as simple as catching your child giggling, maybe it’s an event or simply the company of good friends. This weekend was one of those times.

As I fly over the Rockies on this unbelievably sunny afternoon, I am sad to be leaving the city that Mark and I called home for over nine years. Each year away makes the returning trip all the more bitter sweet. Seeing old friends and celebrating Mark’s life “Relish style” was once again, amazing, emotional and an eye opener to the kindness and generosity that surrounds my little family.

Old friends and the new friends I met this weekend reminded me that I am part of something bigger than words can describe. Because of Mark’s lasting friendship with these people long after he’s gone, I get the privilege of feeling like the luckiest person in the world. Having over 120 people turn out for this event and seeing all the hard work that was put into it to make it a success made me realize that Mark is in no way forgotten. If anything, his stamp on this world has grown.

Strangers thanked me for letting them be a part of the tournament. I couldn't understand why they were thanking me at first. I wanted to hug everyone and thank them! It took me a while, but my instincts tell me that they were probably grateful for the twist in perspective they gained from the day. A reminder that life is precious.

Thank you Jason, Todd, Lee, Chris and everyone who helped create a weekend to remember. You all are making a difference in my life, my kids’ lives and those who fight this disease everyday.

Mark would be proud.