My twitter feed asked a question that gave me the answer to what I would blog about this week…
Why do I run the Salvation Army’s Santa Shuffle every year?
On December 4th, 2008 I went to visit Dad. He was not well and the dementia was looming large. We somehow managed to chat about my running in the Santa Shuffle to raise money for the Salvation Army. Because of the run and the time I needed to spend with the triplets, I would not see Dad for two days. Unheard of in the midst of our usual daily visits. But Dad thought the run was important and I think he knew I was also doing it for him. The Salvation Army was his favourite charity.
The run was on Saturday, December 6th. After we finished I spent the day with the kids. As I headed home I picked up the phone message. Get to the hospital as fast as I could.
I was too late. When I arrived Dad was gone.
The next year I did the run and cried for the entire 5k. But I did it for Dad. He would have wanted and expected me to carry on.
I have run the race every year since then. I make a donation and know it’s how Dad would want me to remember him.
The last time Dad and I talked he wished me good luck for the race. And then his last words were, “You are a good daughter.”
I will never know if he was referring to my helping the Salvation Army, or if he meant something more.
I choose to think it was more.
This is why I will run the Santa Shuffle this year.