Love and devotion described my grandmother. She cleaned houses, cooked dinners and scrubed restaurants. She had so many hardships in her life, but she held to her faith.
I can still feel her old but strong hands upon mine as she blessed me. I didn’t know she had Alzheimers until I was in my teens. At first I would have to reminder her who I was, but as the disease progressed, she no longer could remember me.
I think, at times, that I should have talked to her more. We lived far apart, but she would write to us. She would send pictures of herself with her flowers at her home. She didn’t write much, but would say how much she loved us.
This is why I’m riding. This is why I’m training in the cold air. This is why I push myself beyond my comfort zone. Because this is my fight against a disease that stole my grandma. A disease that took her memories and her past. Let find a cure.
|Donation date||Donor name||Donation amount|
|Nov 19||Maureen Durney||$50.00|
|Nov 19||Margarita Pecoraro||$250.00|
|Nov 19||Timothy Zimmer||Undisclosed amount|